Tall and silent is the henge of all,
It's resident crows say" caw,caw,caw",
Little moles dig so deep, amongst the flint,
They say," my paws are sore,sore,sore",

The sign say's shut at the henge of all,
Pay your money or you can't enter,
But I am poor, poor , poor say's he.

But he can see, what they can't see,
Around the henge of all,
And if all could see what's at the henge of all,
Then same as the crows,
All would say, cor,cor, cor.

Unbelievable