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.)