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Beautiful heffalump (Animal frolics)
by Anne Howe
Big silver bird up in the sky
How can 'jumbo' to you apply?
A jumbo is an elephant
And fly the sky? Well he just can't.
It would, of course, be very strange
All plans we'd have to rearrange.
Would trunk be compass or propeller?
The wingless beast is one huge fella.
Though doubtless his big ears he'd flap
His great big bum
Would surely be
a lap behind!
Dear elephant with trunk held high
You were not built to fly the sky.
So please do stay upon the ground
Your niche in life is already found.
Ring your bell as you proudly plod
Upon that road so often trod
And bring the logs down to the track
Or carry people on your back.
Why not just graze upon the grass
In the jungle as you're walking past.
Jumbo, my heffalumping mate
There's beauty in your steady gait.
12/20/2001 Posted on 12/20/2001
Copyright © 2024 Anne Howe
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