Tomorrow

By Anonymous, '21.

It's a simple path to my clandestine cave,

(Even if the ghostly ken will it unpave).

Just don't forget to cover the eye

Lest you feel the urge to cry.

Now enjoy the same-thing stream

Of, in a wordly way, little mice.

Have a feast of meat, cake and cream;

You know you want a life of vice.

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