Elephants, elephants everywhere They’re in my soup; they’re in my hair
Few things you’ll find a bigger pain Than an elephant stuck in the toilet drain
And they make real loud, annoying clunks Opening cookie jars with their trunks
Nothing makes my mother mutter Like elephant tracks in the peanut butter
They’re not bad people, more or less, But elephants always make a mess
The other day I gave a roar, One had been inside my drawer
I saw it all in an instant’s glance He’d wrinkled all my dress-up pants
I explained what happened to my mother, But she always listens to my brother
He wouldn’t know an elephant if he saw one For Pete’s sake, he couldn’t even draw one
So why ask him? is what I said, But my mother sent me off to bed
Of course there wasn’t room in there, An elephant leaves no space to spare
So I watched TV with the sound real low So the sleeping elephant wouldn’t know
He might get up and stomp around, And mom would think I’d made the sound