Before waking from bed
Was a clumsy baby elephant
In the city.
Three days, 36 hours
Running out of power
Daydreaming of sleeping
Here in the quiet night.
For the money they say
And I think
I would rather be babysitting
That baby elephant.
In Kenya his mother was murdered
For Ivory.
I feed him and cuddle him
But I will never be a mother.
Stop the sale of ivory, please.
Hopefully soon
I can sleep at night again.
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