Hello, fellow burrow,
May I borrow your galleries ?
Promise I won’t put fire to your galleries.
Nothing but a bird of passage, not so wise but I’ll be sage.
I’m practicing abstract breathing lately,
Care to join and sing with me ?

Molly the Molly, the Molly the mole ?
Can I travel from there to another of your holes ?
Promise I won’t put fire to your galleries.
I know it’s dark in here, but you’re not as blind as me.
I’m practicing rope knotting lately,
It’s quite the funny activity.

Care to…
Care to…
Join and…

Dug so far down, I found poltroon town.
There’s no escaping, tells this Lazar,
It’s fine here, promise you won’t put fire to our galleries.
Don’t borrow the path up, it’s minefields and hasards.
Well, I drew a ladder out of paper,
But I ate the rungs for dinner.

Hi, hi, bye bye, by my side,
Is your feet aching too ? Need a break ?
I don’t understand why you make it so high stakes...
I won’t burn it, I promised.
Even when we’ll roll down the hill.
So I read the manuals
And ? Don’t remember at all.
I practiced candle lighting,
So you know who to call for funerals.

We’re there, we’re there.
It must be fine to see.
Can you feel my envy ?
No, you’ll admire the flowers and trees.
I love it, oh I love it, I love it so green…
You love it, love it green.
Look, look, don’t you see ?

All I see is how the fire left it nowhere to be seen.

Thank you