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All his friends were quite aghast!
They told him he was crazy,
That this madness couldn't last!
They told him belly dancing
Was not suited to a male.
That made him more determined
That his efforts must not fail!
And so he went to classes,
And he practiced every night.
He practiced, practiced, practiced,
Until he got it right!
The lakeside stage was lovely
On that balmy summer night.
The constellations glittered,
And the full moon cast its light.
He called himself Moosetafa,
For there's power in a name.
The audience applauded and
Out to the stage he came!
With woodpecker percussion,
And the song of frog and loon,
Our moose began his solo
Underneath the smiling moon.
He left his chest uncovered
To show off his muscles there.
The females were delighted
By his manly crop of hair.
At last his dance was over,
And he bowed a final time.
The audience cheered wildly
For this minimoose in his prime.