He shoveled far where rubble ran
To find where fairytales began
A future-fallen treasure trove
A golden cherry, cherished grove
It’s buried further underneath
Where secret happiness bequeath
So there he digs to where he dives
For sunken cities, goblin hives
But on I walk as ne’er I talk
To men at whom all others gawk
I wish I knew that shovel man
And shared with him where tales began