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Mister Moosey, it’s about your horns
Do you think you might have overdone it?
They’re huge, large, gargantuan, immense
Did they require a building permit?
Mister Moosey, it’s about your voice
I’ve heard better sounding thunder
The mere velocity of your shouts
Makes me feel I’ve been torn asunder.
Mister Moosey, it’s about your size
You’re seven foot or more
Good thing we don’t ride moose back
Because it’s too far from back to floor.
Mister Moosey, it’s about your head.
Some call you a big galoot.
Your disposition is at best ill-tempered
Still I find you rather cute.