Twizzle and Twum, this has only just begun

Thats right a molemullian sightery sight

To aid in a molemullian's eye seeing blight

The glasses were formed for his small pokish face

And once they were on his eyes no longer felt maced


He twiddle dee dee'd and humm diddly hummed,

And then suddenly he realized he was still really bummed

For his Father once again had completely disappeared,

Leaving Dave with the thought of his shiny white beard


But wait poor Dave thought, low and behold

He could see out the cave into world seldom told

He crept forward slowly and peeked at the crack

He lifted his head through and the sight hit him with a smack

The End

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