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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella, I said when she was two. Mine has panache, wears couture, eats ganache; That one is missing a shoe. That's not my elephant, Miss Ella, I said when she was three. Mine eats spaghetti, macaroni, vermicelli; That one just eats PB*. That's not my elephant, Miss Ella, I said when she was five. Mine jumps around, climbs up trees, won't come down; That one is barely alive. That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella, I said when she was ten. Mine wears his hat, and his gloves, fancy that; That one has lost his again. That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella, I said when she was sixteen. Mine does his math, goes on dates, takes a bath; That one can be kind of mean. That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella, I said when she turned twenty-three. Mine knows the bill of rights, when to give, when to fight; That one will never be free. That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella, I said when she turned twenty-nine. Mine has her own baby, is grown up, but just maybe That one will turn out just fine. That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella, I said when she turned thirty-four. Mine won't be a waiter, teaches smart second graders; That one is merely a bore. That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella, I said when she turned forty-nine. Mine is so quick, runs the mile in 20.6; That one is soon left behind. There is my elephant, Miss Ella, Sitting under the palmetto tree. See the white one, the bright one, With a sign saying ‘Yes, it is me!’ [*peanut butter]
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