You called me to the summit, but I came with arms folded unwilling to be bent, for in turn I would be molded into things I'd not repent, so lest I be scolded I came, and then went
The thin man grasps at straws to fill up his own holes while the old man sleeps to dream, of days he used to know the straw man wants himself back, from one who's known the void the small man wants only credit for the things that he's destroyed
there was once a rabbit a lovely little soul he lived in the forest in a little hole always very friendly and he was polite very very clever and very very bright.
one day on his travels through the forest ground suddenly from nowhere he heard a funny sound he walked a little further to see what it could be it was his friend the mole trying to break free.
the little mole was stuck his tunnel had fell in all that you could see was his little chin rabbit started digging around the little mole to try and set him free the poor little soul.
he dug for a while till the mole was free thank you said the mole thanks for saving me they walked off together rabbit saved the day happy and content as they began to play