Re: thanks for your support

Pumpkin Flower -- I love your poem, and I especially appreciated having a
reason to chuckle after having spent the last 24 hours grumping
and growling and cursing moose.  Thanks for sending that ray of sunshine
to this little patch in Fairbanks.

On Thu, 6 Aug 1998, Pumpkin Flower wrote:

> Moose Food
> by Pumpkin Flower
> 
> 
> There is a girl named Gail Ballou
> She worked real hard like me and you
> To grow a giant pumpkin fruit
> And come home with the weigh off loot
> A difficult task in Alaska
> She'll tell you so, if you just ask 'er
> There came a day when things grew faster
> Then there came a great disaster
> As she went to check her crop
> What did she see ? Her eyes did POP
> There were hoof prints on the ground
> That in a path went round and round
> It's end was at her little patch
> The names she screamed I could not match
> And to her horror it was gone
> Her beauty eaten on the lawn
> A MOOSE it seems had wandered in
> And what he'd done it was a sin
> Oh yes he'd chosen, chosen well
> Her best was gone, she wrote to tell
>  I do not think there is a spray
> No trick, no method, 'sept to pray
> To solve a hungry moosey feast
> To quell the on slot of this beast
> No "Have A Heart" is big enough
> To shot him dead just seems to tuff
> In closing I just have to say
> My sympathies are sent today
> If I could choose a way to crash
>   If crash I had to in the last
> At least to lose to something big
> Is better than say to a pig
> Or to a mouse, or bug , or mold
> Upon that thought I hope you'll hold
> 
> 
> 
> 
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