Moles

Brown spots dab my poor pale skin Deeper and bigger than freckles I'd play dot to dot, if I knew where to begin If I were a hen; I'd be speckled Gardeners' distress and indignation As head holes can cause mayhem Though hills appear, without invitation Let's not make mountains out of them A chink in the armour as word gets out From a very special sleeper A fly in the ointment, a spy with clout But if he's on your side, he's a keeper