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Sunday, August 29, 2010

Mooses

One of the festival reviews I haven't yet got round to posting is of an excellent concert by Arlo Guthrie. He read out a delightful poem for children, and I found it online here. For once I'm going to cut and paste it for your more ready enjoyment:

Mooses Come Walking
by Arlo Guthrie

Mooses come walking over the hill
Mooses come walking, they rarely stand still
When mooses come walking they go where they will
When mooses come walking over the hill


Mooses look into your window at night
They look to the left and they look to the right
The mooses are smiling, they think it's a zoo
And that's why the mooses like looking at you


So, if you see mooses while lying in bed
It's best to just stay there pretending you're dead
The mooses will leave and you'll get the thrill
Of seeing the mooses go over the hill


©1993 Arloco Music, Inc. (ASCAP)

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