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
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