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The Slippery Moose
On the hottest day of the year, he galloped into battle.
Slipping past the enemy lines he slipped in without a rattle.
With the enemy being dealt with he could finally strike,
Using the power of the ancient, slipperiest might.
He had won the battle, had slain his enemy, but he was not yet done,
For the winter had still yet to come,
And the mheese had not yet arisen from their slumber,
Their antlers all still numb.