Come, sit, as I tell you a tale
Of elephants once that aren’t quite as frail
They lived in mountains, happy as could be
Eyes wide, trying to see
They prayed on giraffe, young and old
They slept huddled so as not to get cold
They drank the water, filled with their bile
They ate the same food, found in the wild
But poachers came and stole their land
They
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