Any time the mice drum drones-
the people sit in their wickerwork homes.

why are you all hiding today?
the googies have gone-
they've run away.

It's time to come to the cloudy sky.
You don't like it?
I really must sigh.
I think you'll like it.
By the by-

Why weren't you at the workshop, dear?
The mice have eaten the wood, I fear.

Nonsensical words float in the air.
I'd like to touch one-
do I dare?

Please don't worry, it will all come clear.
No, i am not crazy!
why?
what did you hear?
 
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