The Elephant
by Hilaire Belloc
When people call this beast to mind, They marvel more and more At such a
little tail behind, So LARGE a trunk before.
Holding Hands
Elephants walking
Along the trails
Are holding hands By holding tails.
Trunks and tails
Are handy things
When elephants walk In circus rings.
Elephants work And elephants play
And elephants walk And feel so gay.
And when they walk— It never fails
They’re holding hands By holding tails.
