Encounter On the Logging Trail
A frosty mist caressed my face
As I chanced upon the place
Sitting high upon my load
Of pine logs on this snowy road
Urging Mike and Molly on
With steady strides their carillons
Were jingling-jangling through the air
And mingling with the treetops there
My horses turned their snorting snouts
And startled me to look about
Two bulls were marching up the hill
A cow on top was standing still
The younger Bull Moose strode in front
The old one followed with a grunt
What a pure majestic sight
To witness in this failing light
This stately king of forest pride
His hernial horns were five feet wide
An antlered crown like a canoe
One touch and younger bull withdrew
So urging Mike and Molly on
With steady strides their carillons
Were jingling-jangling through the air
And mingling with the antlers there
If I had turned my head again
I would have seen romance's end
The smaller bull with puny rack
Grunted twice and turned his back
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