"Don't know its true name,
But brave as a trooper,
I witnessed the flight of
The Yooper Whooper.
Out in the dark, in fog
thicker than soup-
I hear something running, an'
call:"whoop,whoop,whoop!
It was raiding the garbage,
but found itself soon
surrounded by three big old
angry Raccoons!
Quicker than lightning, it
ran past my door,
with a loud "whoop,whoop,whoop
that I'd heard years before!
Chased by Raccoons, it
ran off in the night -
a "blur" of brown fur, like
"greased-lightning"in flight!
Not native to these parts,
it came from afar -
must have hitched a ride here
in a camper or car!
That call was familiar, that
loud "Whoop, whoop, whoop!"
I'd heard it Up North,
as kid, in the "Yoop"!
It was then, as a kid,
I gave it that name,
which made it less scary, and
sounded more tame.
However it got here, I think
it's just super
to have our own neighborhood
"Yooper-Whooper"!
(*Karen M. Vogel,
(10/10/1992, copyright 1992, All rights reserved)
