Heard of the mannish blood-lust and greed,
Of the withering waste in the rifle’s path,
Song of the steel-clad bullet’s speed,
This is the song of the moose.
“LURED TO THEIR END BY THE LOW, SOOTHING CRY.”
Heard of the mannish blood-lust and greed,
Of the withering waste in the rifle’s path,
Song of the steel-clad bullet’s speed,
This is the song of the moose.
“LURED TO THEIR END BY THE LOW, SOOTHING CRY.”