I heard a rumor from the eastnThat Pit Moles' battles with the beastnHave left them mindless and sick,nThat west is where, their fingers say,nAre new found sites that give them something to cling to.nThe rumors have them coming herenBelieving life is not so harsh.nLife not so harsh, indeed.nA hundred thousand refugees?nThe Pit Moles are coming, I heard just today;nOur problems with labor have just been done away with.nThe Pit Moles will work hard and we'll barely pay;nSo eager to get work, they'll do things just the way we want.nThe Pit Moles are thrifty, their Gods reassurenThat poverty's blissful; they like being destitute.