A Nony Moose I be
A large caboose is me
I plod about the range, I poop
I eat up grass to spice the soup
I'd run you with my antlers, through
Otherwise not a lot to do
Read the tree-barks latest news
Mating is both love and war
Getting bested, I abhor
I'll trot off to my business now-
Far off, I think I see a cow.
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