© 2013 by Joe Buffalo
My brother Christopher, who imagines himself a moose the way I identify as a buffalo went up to Yale to look at some material in the Archives and Manuscripts library. He thought the material could be made into a book, but then grew daunted at the task he seemed to be taking on himself. I wrote this song for him, to be sung to the tune of the old folk song “Careless Love” (here is Joan Baez singing it:
http://tinyurl.com/lu5hjlv).
Moose, O Moose, O reckless Moose.
Moose, O Moose, O reckless Moose.
Reckless Moose, O reckless Moose.
You see what reckless Moose has done.
Up to Yale to take a look.
Up to Yale to take a look.
Up to Yale to take a look.
Now he has to write a book.
Proofing text ‘til the break of day.
Proofing text ‘til the break of day.
Proofing text ‘til the break of day.
How’d it all come down this way?
How he wish that train would come.
How he wish that train would come.
How he wish that train would come.
And take him back where he come from.
You see what reckless Moose can do.
See what reckless Moose can do.
See what reckless Moose can do.
Makes his whole life crash, and his laptop too.
Reckless Moose
© 2013 by Joe Buffalo
Moose, O Moose, O reckless Moose.
Reckless Moose, O reckless Moose.
You see what reckless Moose has done.
Up to Yale to take a look.
Up to Yale to take a look.
Up to Yale to take a look.
Now he has to write a book.
Proofing text ‘til the break of day.
Proofing text ‘til the break of day.
Proofing text ‘til the break of day.
How’d it all come down this way?
How he wish that train would come.
How he wish that train would come.
How he wish that train would come.
And take him back where he come from.
You see what reckless Moose can do.
See what reckless Moose can do.
See what reckless Moose can do.
Makes his whole life crash, and his laptop too.