Can you write a poem that rhymes about a goose who meets a moose? It’s for kids so there should be some kind of “moral of the story.” 

system
Can you write a poem that rhymes about a goose who meets a moose? It’s for kids so there should be some kind of “moral of the story.” 

user
There once was a goose
He was a little obtuse 
In fact, he was a very silly goose 

One day, the goose went on a walk 
And then he heard someone talk
Well, really, it was more like a gawk

He looked back and saw a moose
Actually, it was the caboose
Of a moose

The moose was looking back
It didn’t look like he was ready to attack
In fact, he seemed quite taken aback

The goose went to say “Hi”
And saw the moose was saying goodbye
To something that flew up to the sky 

The moose turned to him
And he looked very grim
So the goose said to him 

“Is everything okay?’
And to his dismay
The moose looked skyway

“I miss my friend,” said the moose
He was a very good goose
His name was Bruce

“Well, I am a goose”
Said the very silly goose
“But my name’s not Bruce” 

“That’s alright!”
The moose said with delight
Any goose is quite alright

So the silly goose 
And the very kind moose
Decided to say hi and introduce 

They now each other’s best friend
And from then on would spend
Their time together until the end
assistant
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Can you write a poem that rhymes about a goose who meets a moose? It’s for kids so there should be some kind of “moral of the story.” 
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<|assistant|>
There once was a goose
He was a little obtuse 
In fact, he was a very silly goose 

One day, the goose went on a walk 
And then he heard someone talk
Well, really, it was more like a gawk

He looked back and saw a moose
Actually, it was the caboose
Of a moose

The moose was looking back
It didn’t look like he was ready to attack
In fact, he seemed quite taken aback

The goose went to say “Hi”
And saw the moose was saying goodbye
To something that flew up to the sky 

The moose turned to him
And he looked very grim
So the goose said to him 

“Is everything okay?’
And to his dismay
The moose looked skyway

“I miss my friend,” said the moose
He was a very good goose
His name was Bruce

“Well, I am a goose”
Said the very silly goose
“But my name’s not Bruce” 

“That’s alright!”
The moose said with delight
Any goose is quite alright

So the silly goose 
And the very kind moose
Decided to say hi and introduce 

They now each other’s best friend
And from then on would spend
Their time together until the end</s>
