Mini Dozer

Digging around like a frantic bulldozer,

He does the job but what a pushover.

No one can stop him once gets going,

For once he hits dirt a river is soon flowing.

Flinging the soil with hardly a sweat,

This little guy knows what he wants to get.

After a few swipes he pulls up his prize,

Then gets back to digging; its not a surprise.

Sixteen hours a day he tears the earth asunder,

On a never ending quest to quell his own hunger.

If any trespass he gives them a cold shoulder,

Raising his back to form a hard boulder.

After the threat passes he goes back to work,

This little one knows it doesn't pay to shirk.

He'll continue his journey till his life is fulfilled,

And we pay the cost of the damages soon billed.

They are the tanks that burrow beneath our home,

Never sated they continue on their endless roam.

To stop the madness we invented concrete,

The only way to bring a most solid defeat.