Mr Mole?

Mr Mole ?

A labour of velvety moles dwell in the ground
Sows, Boars with baby pups sleep safe & sound

These groundhogs scurry through chambers whilst we sleep
No one really notices 
Only the sheep

They use little sharp claws to burrow to light
Rising up through the tunnels
This leaves such a plight

Earthy mounds of soil in their wake
Can be the evidence of moles
They make a mess for heavens sake

But Mr Mole does’nt know this
So he hasn’t got a care
He can rise up on a perfect lawn
So all you bowlers beware

If moles are in your area
Theres not much you can do
Hope they choose a new direction
So they do not target you

They seem so harmless
Whilst looking so cute
But believe you me
Mr Mole is astute

So all you avid gardeners
You need to be aware
For Mr Mole & his relatives
That inhabitat there

Risen up in your prize roses
Hunting worms with their noses
They will wreck any border that you may create

Though they are quite blind
Juicy worms they will find
So not caring a jot if they leave a right state?