However hard he tries

Despite his fondest wishes

The Guaca mole - a quiet soul

Cannot get on with fishes

Whatever he may say

And if he tried today

The fishes always get their way

They all think they’re delicious

The fishes groom and preen

But not the quiet mole

Quite happy being all alone

He dines on wine and warm swiss roll

While moles are making calm

The fishes are quite vicious

They won’t help out, they scream and shout

‘We won’t wash dirty dishes’

So Guaca moles are rarely seen

In fact it’s true to say

I’ve not seen one - but for a glance

A fortune I would pay

While fishes you may find

On every high street corner

Up every tree - in libraries

In every gym and sauna

The mole cannot be found

Resides below the ground

Disguised on trips as savoury dips

He never makes a sound

The fishes think they have their way

While making merriment and hay

But vicious fishes are quite wrong

As Guaca moles will have their day

Moles have their plans and don’t forget

However vicious fishes swish

All fishes will one day be caught

While Guaca moles slip through the net

The Guaca mole, though blind you see

Is not so much a being

But more a thought of pure delight

Another way of seeing

Richard Lee November 2006