There is a moose on the loose
And he's in my front yard
He's eating my branches
The big tub of lard
He's come down from the mountains
Searching for food
Eating twigs, leaves and bushes
It's really quite rude
All summer long I take care of my plants
I keep out the dogs, with loud, vile rants
Now that it's winter, and there's lots of snow
The moose leave the mountains, they know where to go
Let's head down to Tom's place, we'll have us a feast
So they come to my yard, the great hairy beasts
They feed on the willows, they break off the trees
With no one to stop them, they do as they please
I don't really begrudge them, a small branch or two
If I were a moose, I know what I'd do
I'd head into town, where the snow isn't too deep
I'd eat some dry branches and then go to sleep
Here in Alaska, we've learned how to share
With all the wild animals, deer, moose and bear
Mutual respect, we must endeavor to pay
And so every morning we'll start each new day
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Author Notes
There are thousands of moose in South central Alaska. When they are driven from the higher ground because of snow, they come into town to feed on willows and alder branches, and any garden plants that have been left in the ground. Many are killed on the highways and train tracks every year because they are incredibly stupid and will walk right out in front of a line of cars or refuse to leave the train tracks where they can travel more easily.
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