Sunday, Nov. 10, 2002 - 9:05 p.m.

A screamingly jumpingly huge stinking moose,

Once tried its best try at attacking a goose.

The goose was a magnified goosey goose, though,

And the moosey was eaten, went down in one go.

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The moosey was now stuck inside a large goose,

This wasn't the home for a wild hairy moose!

So he used his big antlers to smack at the side,

And within a few minutes, the big goose had died.

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And the moose was now free, so off he went home,

But on his way there, he met a small gnome.

"Oh Gnomey!" said Moosey, "You wouldn't believe,

All of the strange things that have happened to me!"

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Said Gnomey "I know, you're a silly moose you,

But I see you're excited, so tell me then, do."

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The moose threw his antlers high up in the air,

And started talk, while the gnome would just stare.

Then the gnome got quite sick of the moose's tall tales,

So scurried off home, to down a few ales.

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And that night little Gnomey got horribly drunk,

And then went outside, and met his friend skunk,

Who said "Gnomey you're here in a terrible state,

Go get you some feeding, and fetch me a plate."

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But the gnome went inside and just collapsed on the floor,

So off the skunk went to find feeding galore,

(from the shop, where they sold it, for half-decent prices)

And eat it before it was ate by the mices.

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The mices were angry that they'd been left out,

The biggest of them, he started to shout.

"You're killing us skunk!" shouted Mousey McMouse,

"If I have to buy food then I might lose our house!

And it's too bloody cold in the wild for us mice,

And you fed us before, so please feed us but twice!"

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The skunk couldn't hear the big mouse's pleading,

So the mice, they attacked him, he died of the bleeding.

And the tiny mice fed on the food that he'd bought,

Didn't care about the smell, it added flavour, they thought.

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And then the small mice heard a mooseylike talking,

But ignored it, for the most part, and carried on walking

Back home after feeding on food from the skunk,

But the moose had strong nostrils, and the mousey mice stunk!

So the big old mad Moosey just stood on them there,

And wandered off home, with hardly a care.