When the Trumpet Blows
When the trumpet blows
Animals take to the stage in turns
Elephants dance themselves dry
Like baobabs swayed by Harmattan
Their fan-like ears flip flap
As they shake their big bottoms
Spelling danger to the ambitious
When the trumpet blows
Kingly animals take to the stage
Lions gracefully shake their whiskers
With paws and teeth as grinding metals
They roar to rats, goats and antelopes
"We are here to stay, dance and eat
Cross the ribbon and be a bowl of salads"
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