I followed a ground squirrel one warm summer’s day
I wasn’t like Alice, but I had time to play.
And so I shrunk down to enter the gopher’s lair,
Immediately noticing the dirt was not good for my hair.
But the twists and the tunnels full of roots, you see,
Were not the kind of world, I would want them to be.
But as ground squirrels would have it, ah! Pure ecstasy!
I, however, employed imagination and this, my fantasy,
Became a dream of subterranean specialness
For the lives of these gophers, who clear land in harness,
To build little cultures, send their kids to school,
Run their hospitals, theaters, celebrate Yule,
And, yes! As you might guess, it is all very cool!
A tiny world we’re not privy to see
But in the mind’s eye, it is natural to me.