I'm jest a little mommaless moose
Hanging around and running loose
Momma was a good gal, but she ran out of juice!
Left me a mommaless moose.

There's just me and my sister moose,
Life ain't easy, dat's da troof,
Momma's just a conserve, stewed in her juice,
And I'm just a mommaless moose!

Oooooh, ooooh, what's amoose to do?
How would you feel if it happened to you?
Now my family tree is Roadkill au jus,
She gambled on aces but she drew a deuce,
And I'm jest a mommaless moose.
No momma!
I'm jest a mommaless moose.


Hmmm.


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