Well, now you need to come to Maine for an encounter with a "wee moose" My partner Fred has made a song about a Scot and a "moose" Enjoy! Julia

The Moose Song         Fred Gosbee / Castlebay Music

There lived in bonny Scotland a old man named MacDougall
Who could play Annie Laurie on the bagpipe, harp or bugle
His second cousin, Ben, (twice removed, on mother''s side)
Come one time to visit for a week at Whitsuntide

This Ben came from America, a little place called Maine
Where they have six months of snow and ice instead of fog and rain
And when Ben had drunk a pint or two and his tongue was getting loose
He'd tell the Scotsman stories about how they hunt the moose

The moose, the moose, it's how they hunt the moose
He'd tell the Scotsman stories about how they hunt the moose

"We shoot one in the autumn when the leaves are off the trees
Haul it out with a tractor and then pack the meat to freeze."
MacDougall cries "I've heard enuf! I'll gang along wi' you
Tae see gin this American mouse can make a daicent stew"

All his friends and neighbors, there was nothing they could sat
He travelled to America before the end of May
When he got to Maine he said "Noo, dinnae think me deuce
But gin you wud 'nae mind I want tae see this American "moose"

The moose the moose, to see the American moose
Gin you wud 'nae mind I want tae see this American "moose"

"That could be dangerous, my friend, for this is time of the year
When they protect their young, you know, the cows are very fierce"
But the Scot was not disuaded, he would see one if he could
So early the next morning they both set out through the wood

They hiked for several hours before they saw a sign.
There were tracks as big as dinner plates there beneath the pine.
And then, right there before them, and before a word was said
Was a beastie like a Clydesdale but with antlers on his head

His head, his head, he had antlers on his head
A beastie like a Clydesdale but with antlers on his head

"There's your moose!" cried Ben , but the Scot could not be seen
He was legging it with all his might right back the way they'd been
"Thank ye, Ben," MacDougall cried just as he lost his hat
"Gin that's a "moose" I dinna think I want tae see the cat!"