Up in the North, in Alaska's woods
Where the days are long and cold,
There lived a little, curious moose
Whose story must be told.
One day while he was grazing
He saw a darting dragonfly.
He began to chase it all around,
Not seeing time was passing by.
He ran and played and jumped and leapt,
And so far did he roam,
It wasn't long before he found
He was quite a ways from home.
He looked around, and up and down,
But did not see his mother.
He climbed up hills, and went down streams
And called out for his brother.
The little moose then thought he saw
His brother through some leaves.
But it wasn't antlers that he saw,
Just the branches of some trees.
He looked around the meadow ground,
For even one hoof mark.
But found none, and started to fret
As the sky grew dark.
All alone and feeling scared,
Little moose lay down and cried.
But as he began to look around,
He couldn't believe his eyes!
He stopped crying, and slowly got up,
And he began to feel more calm.
Because in the light of the silvery moon
He finally saw his mom!
She'd looked for him all day long
Once she noticed he was gone.
She would not rest or stop her search
Until she knew that he was home.
The little moose was quite relieved
That he was at last found,
And very happy not to sleep
Alone on the cold, hard ground.
On the way home, the little moose
vowed to not run off again.
His mom just kissed him on his nose
With a lowering of her head.
He'd no longer chase the dragonflies
Or end up all alone.
Because now the little moose would stay
Close to mom and close to home.