What Can I Do Asked Mole
mole was digging and digging and digging some more.
moon finally asked him “Are your claws not truly duly sore?”
they sure are, said mole, “But what can I do?”
“I would use a gardening tool called a hoe,” said Luna Lu.
the hoe was handy, a sweet tool, a nice little digger
mole then tried out a spade, for it was decidedly bigger.
finally went for a shovel, but did not get to China that day.
maybe tomorrow he told himself, for it is Wednesday.
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