A moss fort building we a goes.
The kids know the way, to the big "moss cit-ay"
Through fallen timber and dirt which are froze.
Over the hilltops and through the woods,
Grab sticks and moss by the bunch
Lay it here and stack it there
The moose better not think this is lunch.
Over the hilltops and through the woods,
Look out for that big angry moose!
Quick, hide in our fort, don't make a retort
I wish that moose was a goose!
Much Love,
Rachel
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