Night of the Flying Elephants
The Kenya natives still tell of the time
The flying elephants came out of the mine.
They flew through the air and knocked things down.
People were shrieking and running around.
It was terrific! The ones who were young always say.
It was awful! Say the inflexible, the very worst day.
Quite exciting! The enthusiastic ones said.
I could barely fathom it in my little head.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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