An ancient Swedish mother moose
Went for a stroll one night.
Her calf and she unearthed a tree
With fruit of such delight

As made their bovine hearts rejoice
And caused them both to low,
The seniors there were in despair,
To see a calf in tow.

The apples ripely boozy were,
Of cider wildly stunk!
A lowing moose out on the loose
Is far worse when she's drunk.

And so the law was soon dispatched
To chase away the pair,
That from their bar were driven far,
But went without a care

For full ten pints of apple ale
Were sloshing round inside -
So very loose were calf and moose,
I wish I'd had their hide.

The moral of this ballad is,
If you are underage,
Eat not of fallen apples lest
Your seniors you enrage!