the mole in the hole



There’s a hole in the bole of the tree,

The leaves of the tree are green,

In the hole in the bole of the tree lives a very old mole that was lost you see!

He went to bed when he was a sleepy head,

Come rain or shine,

Summer and winter,

He would not budge,

He would not move!

So no one could ever see him – you see!

– Constance O’Connor