As the elephants left the circus,
One turned once more to the crowd.
“I’ve always wanted to say this,
but, till now, I was never allowed.
I’m glad to be an elephant,
For all that I’ve been lamed
By the many years that I’ve performed,
But, frankly, I’m ashamed
That we should be the symbol
For greedy people who,
While claiming that they guard your rights,
Are really robbing you.
They smile and say, ‘Elect us!
We understand your pain!’
But still you hurt—and yet elect
Them over and over again!
Have you less sense than we do?
You think you’re masters, yet,
When it comes to their behavior,
It’s we who don’t forget!
Be warned by our example—
We once were wild and free—
And then we trusted humans
And where we’ve been, you see.
So now as we’re departing
For jungles and for rivers
As far from men as we can go,
Trust only who delivers!
The party who once stole our look
Should always raise your hackles.
Believe me, they’re not elephants,
But bands of scheming jackals!”