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“Moose Plays – I Want To Be…”
Series I Book 7 : by Ray Perseghin, Sara K Enterprises, ©All Rights Reserved
The Northern Lights up in the sky
Made funny shapes as they swept by.
And, as Moose watched them high above,
The Snowman smiled, but did not move.
Moose said, “The lights are bright tonight.
Their patterns are a pretty sight.
They change and change like it’s a game,
And never ever stay the same.
Suppose I tried to do that too?
Be something that’s not me or you.”
But, Snowman could not answer Moose,
And smiled, while his fur coat hung loose.
Moose said, “I think I’d want to be
An animal that climbs a tree.
Then, after climbing really high,
I would sprout wings and start to fly.
A Moose with wings, now that’s a sight.
And, Snowman knew that Moose was right.
Then Moose said, “Maybe could swim,
Because I had some special fins.
I’d swim way down under the sea.”
Then he thought and said, “But that’s not me.
It’s fun to dream of other things,
But I don’t have big fins or wings.”
And Moose thought Snowman gave a wink,
While all this dreaming made him think.
“I guess it’s really not for me,
To dive way down under the sea.
Or even know the reason why
I can’t grow wings or fly up high.”
So, looking at the Snowman’s face
Moose said, “That’s fine, I know my place.
There’s lots of things a Moose can do.
But we are different, me and you.
The special talents that I use
Are all mine ’cause I am a Moose.”
He looked around to find his friends,
To name the talents of all ten.
Two geese could fly up really high.
Three bears caught fish, and that was five.
Two penguins swam fast through the sea,
Faster that even you and me.
And walrus, though he could not run,
Swam gracefully, like it was fun.
And even Snowman as he stood,
Had his own way of looking good.
“Nine friends are here, plus me makes ten.”
Said Moose, counting all them again.
And Snowman in his coat and hat
Just smiled, as all the friends just sat
And looked up at the Northern sky
To watch the changing lights go by.
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