by Mike Lucas
Elephants’ noses just growses and growses
Till they’re trumpy and trunky and long.
They can smell gone off cheese on an African breeze
When it’s left in a fridge in Hong Kong.
They can wash twenty buses without too much fusses
And pick up a forest of trees.
Their trunks are so long, when a cold comes along
Then it takes them an hour to sneeze.
They can tie them in knots – lots of knots, lots and lots.
They can hang from the hills in Burrundi.
They can tell smells apart – if you give them a fart
They will know what you’ve eaten last Monday.
Elephants’ trunks are so useful, me thunks.
Much more useful than our little snozzles.
And when they are dead and we dig up their heads
They make far much more interesting fozzils.