I DIGS A HOUND HOLE FOR MY FRIEND 3

My hound now rests down deep in his hole,

In the earth with the worm and the mole,

I found a gravestone,

That looks like a bone,

I also left his corn biscuit bowl.

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Hiding in the woods dark green,

Down below the forest spleen,

Central music from the pond of frogs,

Instinctively, the choir sings from island logs,

Of their alien world of in between.