Moose on the Loose

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