Three moles sat down to breakfast
in their mole hole in the ground.
Maw ladled out their portions
and then passed each bowl around.
Paw tasted his and then exclaimed,
" This stuff is to darn hot!
You tryin' ta burn my tonsils out?
Pour it back into the pot!"

Then off they went to take a walk
to let the porridge cool.
They found a dead end tunnel...
didn't go there as a rule.
Up to the surface they would dig
to see where it came out.
Up through a cabin floor Paw popped
and he began to shout!

" I smell pancakes cookin !"
as he sniffed the fragrant air.
Maw crawled right up beside him
to smell the scrumptious fare.
" I smell bacon cookin!"
Maw announced with pure delight,
" I haven't tasted bacon
since before our wedding night!"

Poor Baby mole was wiggling,
tried to surface to partake.
To no avail he struggled,
Couldn't pass for goodness sake.
He hollered from the hole below,
steamed up his horn-rimmed glasses,
" Would you two kindly move ahead,
all I smell is molasses!"