Where the Mole People Sleep

Where the Mole People Sleep

a parody of “Where the sidewalk ends” by Shel Silverstein

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.