a parody of Where the sidewalk ends by Shel Silverstein
by Ian Bahas
There is a hole where the mole people sleep
And before the apocalypse comes,
And there the fur gleams soft and white,
And there the eyes shine crimson bright,
And there the mole king prepares from his throne
To conquer in the peppermint air.
Let us leave this hole where the coal is black
And the dark kingdom sleeps and waits.
Past the caves where the stalactites grow
We shall conquer with a pace that is measured and slow,
And seeing where the chalk-white mole people creep
To the city where the humans sleep.
Yes we'll conquer with a pace that is measured and slow,
And we'll conquer where the chalk-white people sleep,
For the conquerors, they wait, and the conquerors, they hate.
The hole where the mole people sleep.