Hop poH

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Hop, hop, up we do go,
Only to find down below;

Down the hole, so, so deep,
Whereth men art sound asleep,

There is be: the one and three,
Four, four times, a matter of fact.

Leap! Nay, the roof is thick, high,
9 tall in certainty, so very scary.

But below that, even still is there,
One like no other, the Bane who feasts.

But, lo, there it is! The entrance
To the top is inside thine eye.

Cut it out! Cut it out!
Then swallow that one eye.

Yea, ye seith the sun, Sun of Son,
But a sun it is not, an Eye it be!

Thou, hop hoppedy hopper,
Eat thine Eye, for it shall harm not.

Three and one is one!
Seven times dead, the Eye.

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[ONE]

I always wanted to eat my eye.

Now you’ve really pushed me!