What do the moles think
confronted by Druids
clad in fancy robes
in a circle prepared
working the sabatts
preparing each ritual
opening quarters
activity shared
ladies in finery
some on their motor bikes
bottles of mead
and bread pudding too
they threaten stability
wake us up quite a lot
drop rock cake crumbs
and some even smoke pot
we live under roll rights
and always respect our brothers before us
druidic moles
with the profoundest habits
respecting the rabbits
granted a place here until the bell tolls
down in the crypto us druidic brothers
traipsing through time
blindly we run
we have our rituals
Under the moon and the stars
But Never ever under the sun.