Leaving footprints like craters,
the moose struggles on and on,
taking nothing for granted,
he looks back at his son.
"Lift your feet up higher
don't slouch as you walk,
nothing looks as ungainly,
as a moose on the stalk."
"I am trying, I am trying,"
the eager, young moose said,
then almost choked in the next breath
as his father fell on his head.
"Are you trying a sommersalt?"
the inexperienced one did say,
"of course not, said the father,
I am kneeling down to pray!"





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