A mole was born in the earth.
There it milked its milk,
Clay got into its mouth
And he peeked it out,
Yes, he wanted to marvel at it,
But it was dark there.
"You will never see,"
My mother told him.
I employ Mr.
With a yellow jacket,
He wears a whistle to work
with tobacco.
With tobacco, what it smells like,
I don't know exactly what.
The shadow of his jacket is chasing me.
The man with the yellow jacket
My match burns,
I light my pipe
And I speak fluently.
I talk and smoke,
I tell fables.
And in that smoke
Suddenly I see:
UFO, siphon,
Milan, silo.
It fits nicely:
Flower, shovel.
The shovel goes into the ground,
A crack opens,< br/>We see a normal sky.
All, even the mole.
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