It is dame Pele who answers;
Hers the toil to dig down to fire,
To dig Molokai and reach fire.
Now morning peeps from the sky
With one eye open, one shut.
Hark, ring of the drill ’neath the plain!
Wakea asks you to explain,
What imp is a-drilling below?
It is I, mutters Pele:
I drilled till flame shot forth on Lanai,