Mag 85 The Flying Elephant

  

I’d so rather not be here

My feet are getting wet.

And the smoke from distant chimneys

Is mingling with my sweat.

I’m far from where I want to be

From homely, jungley climes.

My trunk is getting knotted

And my wings are tired of flying.

This day has thrown a googly

It’s not what I expect.

I’m big enough to crush you all

So show me some respect.

At home my ears will quite suffice

For any jobs I do.

So tell me why I need the wings

And what the wings will prove?

So…….this is an experiment

And I’m the chosen beast.

Well someone might have warned me

Of the consequence, at least.

I’m not equipped for floating

In the aviation world.

I’m more at ease with trampling

Where the sleepy snakes are curled.

Forgive me if I mention this

But India is home.

And if I have the choice

Again, I never more will roam.

I’ll always be content to stay

Where I have always been.

I’ll ditch the wings and live again

In that familiar scene.

“I’m back Nellie!”