My name is Joe.
I live in a hole with a mole.
I stand by a pole and watch him grow.

I watch him mow,
I watch him slow,
I watch him go,
I watch him tow,
I watch him to and fro.

He is a mole, you should know.
I decided to name him Joe.
I like this mole, I like his toe.
I like this mole, So I named him Joe.

Yes, it's cold, but he is bold.
Yes, it's mold, but he is old.
Please mole don't go.
don't fold, don't.....I told.

Now he's gone, out of here.
But it's okay, for he is near.
He may be away, but that's okay
He has left somone for me to play.

I'll name him Joe.

Written by Joe Sharp
Submitted by me

 
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