Miss Pagan Marie

There are moles that run in the morning sun
with a Scot hot on their trail.
She digs and claws with her wheaten paws
'till all you can see is her tail.
She knows her job, she's no puh-dul slob,
from the moles we'll soon be free.
Relentless and true, she's a Scot through and through.
We present - Miss Pagan Marie.

Lori Mancuso