Did you ever see a moose?

A few disclaimers:
I will only do one vacation post.
This will be easier to read if you think of the tune,
“Down by the Bay.”
Then again, maybe that won’t help.

On your vacay
Where the moose tales grow
Far from your home
You really must go
And if you do
You surely will say
“Though the signs were profusive
The moose were illusive.”
On your vacay.



Did you hyperventilate
Imagining the skiers fate?

Would you ever dare
Dine in Cabot’s Hardware?

Did you fellowship and praise
Worshipping on Sundays?

Did it give you cause to query
At the Rock of Ages quarry?

Did you marvel at the color

And with glee hug a tree?

Did you learn a Shaker secret

How to increase honey profit?

Was your hubby a happy guy?
When visiting a beekeeper’s supply?

Did you shoot the Nubble Light
And eat sumptuous lobster bites?

Did you use some sensibilty
or Cog ride with no visibility?

On your vacay

You might not know

On a nighttime moose tour

You really must go

And if you do

You just might say

“We watched a bull moose
Courting a she moose!”

On your vacay.

On your vacay
You really must go
To Portland, Maine
On Land and Sea.
And after you do
You surely will say,
“Did you taste Walter’s food.
Just like our Dad,
It’s so good.”

Did you buy a moose head
Or wisely go to bed?

On your vacay
Where strong men heave-ho

To the Highland Games

You really must go

And if you do

You must not flirt

Did you ever see a cop
or get mooned by Scot

Wearing a skirt?

Do not ever taste haggis

But indulge in the shortcakes

On your vacay
Where the waterfalls flow
Deep in the gorge
The Flume you’ll stroll
So much to do
On a sunny day.
Did you rise in the sky
To mountain peaks high?

On your vacay

Did you listen to the moose talk
At the candy store in Woodstock?

Did you love the Bennington Moosefest?
And Grandma Moses, what an artist!

On your vacay
Where the maple syrup flows
Back to your home
You soon must go
But when you do
Your soul will say
"I lift my eyes to the hills
For my cup He fills,
On my vacay!”