The Elephant

The elephant’s a funny beast,
A tail at either end.
Twa teeth as lang as barbers’ poles,
Nae waist – he canna bend!

When nae wind blaws to cool the beasts
Upon the birselt plain,
The elephant juist flaffs his lugs
And starts a hurricane.

The elephant’s cannie beast,
He wadna hurt a flea.
I think I’ll write a letter
I invite him til his tea.