It’s really cool … to be an Elephant;
I don’t mean Poo’s imagined “Hefalump.”®
I’m a weighty, big creature, with tusks and a trunk,
And I live in Africa with my family bunch.
All of our lives we roam, the vast and grassy velt,
From waterhole to spring, whichever way we’ve felt,
Where we drink and wallow, in water and in mud,
Playing with our tribe in a cooling mud flood.
We live in the Park, a wild-life zoo,
With tourists, and rangers always passing through;
Cameras pointed, recording all the while,
As they follow us—mile―after mile―after mile.
When rain is sparse and there is a drought,
We share the spring with neighbors about.
Rhinos, gazelles, a lion’s pride lot,
Thirsty and drinking, with even those we’ve fought.
Our babies are born and ready to walk;
And they soon learn Mama Elephant talk.
They trot with and under us, as we roam,
Safe in the tribe … babies’ travelling home.
Our babies, once grown, will then lead the herd,
Hold us together … teach us the “Word,”
That Elephants are smart and they never say “can’t.”
It’s really cool … to an Elephant.
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