A long time ago
On a winter’s day
Your daddy and I
Went out to play
As it was cold
And there was snow
We hoped to find
An Eskimo
We’d heard they live
Where it is cold
We weren’t sure where
As we hadn’t been told
But though we searched
Both high and low
We found no sign
Of an Eskimo
Just then we heard
A sudden sound
Like thundering hooves
Upon the ground
And there before us
In the wood
A friendly stag
Most proudly stood
His branch-like antlers
Held on high
His nose turned up
Towards the sky
He looked at us
With deep brown eyes
His gentle face
Filled with surprise
“Hello, dear ones”
We heard him say
“I wasn’t expecting
Any humans today”
“This is my wood
But you may stay
Just be careful where you play
So you don’t scare my friends away”
“Don’t worry, dear Stag”
Your daddy said
“We will remember what you’ve said
But may we pat you on the head?”
“Of course, dear chap”
The Stag replied
“Just come closer
By my side”
We stood and stroked
His shaggy coat
The fur so soft
Around his throat
Until he said
“It’s time to go”
And leapt away
Into the snow
Although we felt sad
To watch him go
We forgot all about
The Eskimo!
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