The Moose
The Moose
When let loose
Was chased by a goose
The Goose called a Truce
He knew it was no use
He'd run out of puff
The going got tough
Then over the road
An inquisitive Toad
With Big Bulging Eyes
That spied Juicy Flies
The Flies were aware
Of that Toady stare
They flew onto a horse
Who was unaware of course
The Horse had a Mount
He didn't know who
This Mount had a whip
And a Bonza Lassoo
The Lassoo thought
Oh what the heck
I'll capture that Loose Moose
It did around its neck
The Horse, Goose, Toad and Fly
Waved to the Moose
As he passed by
That Moosey was no longer free
Home again, in time for tea
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2019
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