By Jordan Kwong
A hunchback so terrible, fit for Notre Dame
Antlers protrude from the skull, this is no game
Limbs reaching forward, ready to grab you
A huge nose and small eyes, they scare you too
But when all comes together, the product is fair
A look so elegant, he softens the air
For in reality, he is no monster at all
His name is Moose, and he awaits your call