Sing-Along!

Poor writer Jen had troubles of her own
She had a sneaky mole which wouldn't leave her home;
She tried everything she could to send the mole to hell,
Even doused him very thoroughly with a bottle of Purell.

But the mole came back the very next day,
The mole came back, she thought he was a goner
But the mole came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Yay, yay, yay.

Jen was determined to kill that mole dead,
She loaded up with D-Con and placed the box near its bed;
She waited and she waited for the mole to come around,
And danced with murderous glee when the empty box was found.

But the mole, though not quite the next day,
The mole came back, she thought he was a goner
But the mole came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Yay, yay, yay.

Jen thought she was imagining the scritching in the couch--
But late last night she flew straight up and shrieked a hearty “OUCH!”
That stinking little bast*** she thought would never show its face
Zipped passed her butt a second time while she was watching Nancy Grace!

Because the mole came back, resurrected from the dead,
The mole came back, she thought he was a goner
But the mole came back: IT JUST WON'T GO AWAAAAY!
No, no, NO!!!