I see the mole-like mother mongoose going
With a litter of babies, pups
While strolling on the platform
Waiting for the train to come and board
In the bower attached to the railway lines
Into the bushes and shrubs adjacent to it,
The small, small babies going with,
Small, small mole-like creatures.
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