The Release

I took out my dowsing stick
And shook it all around
After a moment or two
It pointed down at the ground

I took out my little shovel
And dug a tiny little hole
And very soon it popped out
A very tiny little mole

I picked up the little critter
I looked it straight in the eye
I don't really want to hurt you
Or make you into a pie

So I dug another little hole
I made it like a little cave
Here is now where you will live
And your name shall be Dave

I release you back to your way
Wishing you a very nice day
Try to stay out of the clay
This is where you should stay