Duck waddled through town posting flyers and billing 

that Woodpecker helped hang with his skillful beak drilling.
Goosander was sawing, Ms. Beaver was gnawing,
and Bear hoisted boards with his heaving and pawing. 
But Moose wanted more for this leafy retreat-
an excellent tree house he meant to complete! 
So he watched like a hawk and did frequent inspections, 
and he pointed out flaws and minute imperfections. 
His voice roared like thunder through his orange megaphone, 
"Level!" He shouted "LEVEL" in a harsh, hurtful tone. 
"This wall is not plumb and it must be precise!"
"You must read my blueprint! It's very concise!" 
From the sting of his words Moose's friends felt defeated. 
So they packed up their tools and through the woods they retreated. 

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