Ode to our Mole

Little black mole we love you dearly

but every day we see quite clearly

where you have tunnelled beneath our lawn.

Of molehills - one, we don't mind two

or even three - I'll speak quite true

and say that is acceptable.

However -

You have surpassed yourself sweet mole

and now it seems you've lost control

and you are digging at such a rate

you are about to seal your fate.

But wait -

We cannot kill you, little chap

nor scare, nor use a beastly trap

and so we stay at daggers drawn

as you proceed to wreck our lawn

and we can only hope and pray

that you will go away some day.

Then we can work hard to restore

our lawn to how it was before

you came to stay on your holiday.