With great shaggy blankets of fur,
With vertebrae of iron hard bone.
Their present time is over, Their
ivory lost in stone.
But when they reigned our great
Earth, Their footsteps shook the ground.
Their great furry trunks were
trumpeting, Filling the air with sound.
They roamed in great herds, Grazing
grass as they went.
And only would they come back there
when the current season was spent.
Their tusks were hard and bony, Made
of enamel as hard as steel.
They posed a great threat to any
predator that wanted one as a meal.
But now their time is over, For
reasons unknown to us.
Perhaps some day we shall figure it
out, Or maybe we will always guess.
But do not despair for those who like
them, For elephants still walk the
Earth!
Great creatures just as big, With
just as large a girth.
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