Mr Moose came a-hump along one day
He wore his special antlers and his newest green beret
He huffed a cigarillo, smoking circles to the sky
And pausing debonairly, watched a grizzly bear pass by.
"Hello Mr Grizzly", Moose gravelly intoned
"Would you care to share a cigarette or did you bring your own?"
"I do not smoke" did grizzly then gruzzily reply
"It's harming to the windpipes and the upper larynges"
"Do you use them much?" said Mr Moose, furrowed in his thoughts
"I do indeed," puffed Grizzly, "As often as I aught.
"For I do the 'Opera' at all the biggest shows"
"Oh!", mused Mr Moose before he quizzled down his nose.
"What is this here 'Opera'? A trick? A song? A speech?"
"Hardly", laughed the bear with glee "For if singing were a peach
"Then Opera'd be raisins tumbling freely from the sky"
"Fair enough" grinned Mr Moose, and promptly said "Good bye"
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