When it comes to making the utmost massive mountain out of a measly molehill
I wholly believe every meagre mound deserves to have its mountainous day
So you can bet your ass if I set my eye on a mole knoll — I'm grabbing my quill
To spin a little yarn — to tattle a tall tale — build it up in your mind, to stay

When I'm finished, folks will be an eighth of the way, needing a fountain and breather
When the constructs complete, said mole will have its head in the clouds while deep in its hole
I won't tear existing mountains down in order to build the moles mount...