The Moose Went Loose
There once was a moose floating on water
He had no teeth but his smile was broad
He nodded warmly passing an otter
Who didn't need to say 'your plan is flawed'
The sky greeted him with gushing gold rays
Even the river granted him embrace
He was so touched that dew began to glaze
First just his eyes then to run down his face
The water wound, driving yet more wildly
His legs grew heavy and his mind confused
He saw in the distance....nodded mildly
The liquid in his lungs had long suffused
He felt himself crushed outward like a gall
As he flew, flew, flew, down the waterfall
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