Poor Old Mole

Down in the garden with his tender little paws,
The old mole's digging to find the stars,
He heard all about 'em in the sweet lullaby,
His momma used to sing him 'till the day that she died.

Starry night, stars so bright,
Keep my little mole safe all through the night,
Bring sweet slumbers and sweet joys,
To all the sleepy little girls and boys,
In the middle of the night. Oooooo Oooooo

Down in the garden with his tender little paws,
The old mole's digging to find the stars,
He don't find nothing but a shinny piece of bone,
He puts it in his pocket and he starts to moan.

Take me home, Take me home,
I got no place to call my own,
Foxes got holes and winos got boxes,
I got a hole that's bigger than Texas,
In the middle of my heart. Oooooo Oooooo