Bother And O Blow!

When a mole must do spring cleaning,

He will work quite hard and so,

Moley shocked himself by saying,

“Bother and O Blow!”

But his heart was filled with longing,

And his molish will was rent

By the soft insistent calling

Of spring’s sweet discontent.

So the Mole said: “Hang spring cleaning!”

And he bolted from his home,

And he scratched and scrooged and scrabbled

Up through the fragrant loam.

And his snout popped into sunlight,

And thus it came to pass

That a Mole did roll in pure delight

In the warm, sweet meadow grass.