The Moose Poem by David Darbyshire

A Moose is not a Goose
It cannot fly away when it is trouble
A Moose is not a Mouse
It cannot run and hide when distressed

Such a grand great gentile giant
Has earned respect over many a year
But now it has disorder and worry's
And man does even shed a tear

I suppose when the last Moose is dead
Man will realize and a tear might flow
Our Canadian Natives would have said
You should have listened 'I told you so'