DIRT BUG DUG
I’m digging a hole to China today.
That takes a long time I hear you say,
But I will dig there anyway.
It might take hours,
It may take days,
To dig so very far away.
Weeks will go by
And maybe years,
Could be 87 years,
Then out I’ll dig with a long gray beard.
Out into a strange and curious land
With magical sound
from a Chinese band.
Of pointed hats and bamboo houses
Of Chinese cats and Chinese mouses
Of scented winds and golden fields
Of statues armed with swords and shields
Of flowing streams and endless fountains
And pink sunsets over Chinese Mountains.
You’d like to help I hear you say,
Grab a shovel and come this way.
We’re digging a hole to China today.
Paper Crown Studios