A bounty I will place on the acrobat,
Forcing the African giant to gallop like a cat.
I say unto these bean coloured Indians,
She ain’t no canvas to paint on weekends.
Don’t interfere with her ornamental protrudes,
They will never cut the fine line of preludes.
Have you ever gazed upon her quench?
Stand next to her, ignore the foul stench.
She was not on voyage with pi,
Neptune waters couldn’t stand her crying.
Hence I say no play for the elephant,
Have you not been taught not to mess with the elegant?