Everytime a bell rings

I go berserk

I climb into my hole

And sit there like a mole

Playing with the dirt

Contradicting people who think of me as being

So soft and gentle

Very clean

I used to have a daisy

A purple one called Maisy

Stuck on my bed

It didn't bother me

Yet when the landlord, Freestone saw it he said

Take it out at once or evicted you must go

So here I am in my hole

Watching people pass me by

Each of them in their own world and me in mine

I've never bitten off any more than I can chew

Never wanted too-

Every time a bird sings

Every time a bell rings

I go berserk

And as I've said before

I sit there like a mole

Playing with the dirt

Call it what you like

And by all means tell a soul

I'm very happy in my hole

Running round from time to time

Stopping only to unwind

Everything I have is mine

In my hole-

Length about the width of a pole

Width about the length of a bowl

Hollywood style!