I know this and that's for certain,
There will soon be a final curtain,
For all of us, as mere mortals,
Will pass from life to different portals.
Some will go to heaven, some to hell,
It's not too late to yet tell,
Those you love and tell them well.
Please do it now; don't delay,
Prepare yourself for that final day.

Would you still know me
If you saw me again?
For my hair is now white
And whiskers cover my chin.

Was it a dream
Or just an illusion.
I am uncertain,
Without any doubt.
I looked in a mirror;
What did I see?
A small Chimpanzee,
Looking at me.
It smiled,
While scratching it's head
And was wearing a hat,
A bright shade of red.
What do you want?
What can it mean,
When you see a Chimp,
In your mirror scene?
I don't know,
What's in my mind.
It's an animal,
So don't be unkind.
Then, in a hurry,
It was gone,
So don't you worry.
Will it return?
That I don't know,
But if it does,
We'll put on a show.

Out by the sidewalk,
Close to our front door,
I espy a mound of dirt,
Sitting up about an inch or so.
I mutter to myself,
"This Mole just has to go."
I have no desire to dispose
Of this small creature,
But I do want it to be,
Discouraged and just leave.
Stick a hose down into the hole;
Turn on the water and see,
Where it goes, flushing a mole.
There is a powder, I sprinkle
On the remains of his hole,
That shows the work of
A quite active Mole.
It won't harm this little fellow,
But will encourage it to move
Away from this site,
Then I'll sleep better.
Perhaps a whole night