Grazing the green grass ever slowly
I see the world full yet lonely
Eating grass isn’t the best
But I can’t really complain about what’s on my chest
I’ve been tall my whole life
Better to be when in a strife
I don’t like much sound it scares me
So I like to be in the woods tall and free
I know many must want to catch a glimpse
But I’ll tell you I’m not as small as a baby’s fist
I don’t ‘moo’ and I don’t ‘meow’
You know I’m not actually sure of my sound
While others are freezing
I’m in the snow breathing
They call me the Moose
Favorite author Dr. Seuss
I do not like ‘Green Eggs and Ham’
But I do have a pal named Sam-I-Am
How ironic to have such a silly name
Their parents should be showered in fortune and fame
This poem is coming to a closing
I have to go bowling
If I get a strike
Mom and dad are going to get me a new bike