Mole

Mole mole roll roll
Up the hill you feel is a black hole.

So so foe foe

I'll not let away with tasking you 

What you sow sow.

A mole may mow down

My charge of that mole.

A mole may have never been all that beautiful.

But mole sees how I have perceived

Work is not finished 

Until loves on it's knees.