Here's 'The rest of the story' on 'Moose Stew'...
I have a very nice niece, who lives in a rural area of New Brunswick, Canada.
Once, during an internet conversation, two years ago, she said that she was going to enjoy ‘Moose Stew’ later that day.
While it may be logical that those large northern critters would be a food source for someone, I had never heard of moose stew and had never considered the idea of eating moose. Like many people, I hold illogical views about which animals are okay to eat (cows, sheep, pigs, chickens, turkeys) and which are too cute or loveable to devour ( cats, dogs, horses, guinea pigs, hamsters). I actually take it a step further and refuse to eat ‘bambi’ (venison).
Anyway, I pondered briefly, then mentally placed moose in the latter (inedible) category.
Meanwhile, in the back of my mind, I was saying to myself that I’d ‘dislike moose stew,’ and, as I contemplated who else would feel the same way, I thought: ‘Moose too.’
Well, all this rattled around in my brain for a little while -ie. ‘Moose stew’ “Moose too” and eventually “Moose do.” (notice that all three sound nearly identical!). Finally, all my mulling and ruminating culminated in the little poem of that name.
BTW, only a couple of weeks after I wrote it, I was substitute teaching in an elementary school hereabouts. As I walked down the first grade corridor that day, I was admiring the kids drawings hung displayed on the wall. In front of one particular classroom there was --a whole row of moose drawings! One in particular had a moose whose eyes looked frightened. Anyway, I took a picture of that one with my iPhone and that is what I used two years later --ie. Feb 2018-- as the cover of my chapbook. Meanwhile I have been trying through the school to locate the kid who drew it so as to get his and his parents blessing for my having used it.