Elephants rarely go hippety hop

Most certainly, rarely do I

But what is that peeking from yonder cloud?

What is that up in the sky?


And over there, a tiger tooth

Surrounded by fifty more

And wrapped around them a great big grin

I can hear that tiger roar


And what is that coming around the bend

A gorilla? I think not.

It’s an elephant yes, of that I am sure

(It didn’t go hippety hop.)


So that is the end, for now at least

Of a dream in a foreign land

Bring me a drum or a big bassoon

I shall leave with a marching band.

(Won’t you join me? Take my hand.)

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