Speaking of Moose reminds me of a guy back in the mid '60s who had an album out. It consisted of poems he would recite.
These were all done to a drum rhythem count of one,two, one,two... or a boop cha, boop cha.... if you know what I mean.
He introduced this poem by explaining how the Government was interested in our wildlifes health and was working towards getting it to excercise by hireing a special group of people.
It goes like this:
THEM MOOSE GOOSERS
How about them Moose goosers
Aint they recluse?
Up in the boon docks
Goosing them Moose!
Goosing them big Moose,
goosing them tiny
goosing them middeley Moose
in they hinie!
How about them Moose goosers
Ain't they dumb?
Some use an umbrella
Some use a thumb.
Them obtuse Moose goosers
sneeking thru the woods
a poking them snoozie Moose
in they goods.
How to be a Moose gooser?
It'll turn you peuse
Get your gooser loose
An' rouse a drowsy Moose!
:: :: :applause: :applause: ::