Hidey-Hole

I curl up next to the warm Earth
Still radiating the suns heat
I wish that I
Could burrow down inside it
Absorb the heat
And make it my own

If the snow ever stops
If I ever get home
I think that ill do
Just that

Make myself a
Hidey-hole
A Burrow-Tunnel-
Home
Shovels will be my
New companions
As I carve out
A place
Inside this wonderful
Earth

If the snow
Ever stops
If I
Ever get home
I think that
I'll do
Just that

For now I
Rest my head
On Mother Earth's
Warm stomach
One of many
Wishing
That I could
Crawl into a hole
And live

If the snow
Ever stops
If I
Ever get
Home
I think
That
I'll
Do
just
that
make
myself
a
Hidey-
Hole
new
companions
a
burrow-
shovel-
Home
Inside this wonderful eart...