Holy Moly

Mrs Mole gave birth to a baby girl Who arrived early Mother Mole was horrified To see her baby's coat was curly Mrs Mole got a brush Before it was too late She brushed and brushed her baby's coat Trying to make it straight The more she brushed, the more it curled Which made Mother Mole dizzy Looking down at her baby girl Whose coat was now all frizzy She did not look like a mole Or a hairy shrew Was she another species Original and new Moles never have hair, They are covered in skin, smooth and velvety Without a crinkle in One can only imagine, on that fateful day This baby girl was innocent And brought her love with her to stay