Poem, LOL
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 ripped and tore, tinny strands
Skin lay in the dust as far as could be
The giraffes were happy, filled with glee!
But soon enough the poachers came back
To get the one animal for which they lack
The giraffes ran, tried to escape
But the poachers were there, they were too late
Now you’d think that this would be the end
If not for my trusty alligator friend!
He saved one or two of the little ones
And kept them safe till the morning suns
The poachers thought they had got them all
So they left the mountains, if I recall
But the alligators instincts got the best of him
He gobbled the little ones, every last limb
And that is why now in this world
Elephants and giraffes live in Africa!