we toiled away the daylight,
figuring out what to do,
so I dug a tiny hole
when monsters rose with the moon.
when the sun came with the dawn,
we were trucking well along:
the hole was growing wide and deep--
a place to live and a place to keep.
you found iron while I made rooms,
harvested wool, wood for looms;
laid down beds side-by-side
in the attic way up high.
sinceways we've been digging
hollowing space for farms;
first wheat, then timber,
reducing starving alarms.
next I'll do sugarcane,
make paper from the pulp;
we'll have a library in our hole,
with tables to learn and sup.
Part 2 is forthcoming.