Walking in the yard this day
Tripped and fell, I say
What could cause it. . .zounds!
Heard a whisper, “mysterious mounds”
Looked around to see them laughing
A bunch of moles, some even clapping!
Made their homes so indiscreet
Tripped my otherwise deft feet
It was time to seek revenge
Limped over to the henge
Grabbed the easiest stones to find
And peppered the little mole’s behind
Laughing, clapping all that stopped
When from their back a fox did pop
Walking on smooth lawn tomorrow
Moles are gone, I’ll feel no sorrow.