The poetic hands shake and wrattle
and roll
move move move move move move move move
please do
They dream to type and dance and write
a merry trail
they tapped and diddly dapped along with
the pet moose
who ran after a goose and left left left left left left left
right after
the chance I got to see him lasted a squirrels second
wait a minute
don’t leave me mr. moose
but he was in love with a pet goose.