The Elephant

The Elephant

The Tembo, the Elephant
Is a beautiful creature
There ears are big enough to fly with
There eyes are like big black portals
And there skin as wrinkly as a prune

The Elephants herd travels together,
Walk together, stick up for each other together
When on there journeys they stop
At where there friends and loved ones have died
They circle the ground smelling it
And trying to remember the sweet memories

When the poachers come
The elephants get angry
They shake there heads and stamp there feet
To create dust and to scare the poachers away

When the sunset begins
The Elephants make there way to the waterhole
The Elephants play and drink there till night
And then they dry of And settle down to a peaceful slumber.