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PANIC STATIONS
The elephants are coming!
Too late to turn them back,
They're heading for the valley
And they have a one-mind track.
Their burial ground they visit
As they have since time began.
Other things they may forget -
Like the treachery of man.
They know that death is in the air,
A trumpet has been blown.
They don't know as they progress
That the death will be their own.
Magnificent, unstoppable,
Yet dignified they race.
Their young ones running mystified
And barely keeping pace.
In sadness tigers stand and stare;
They've seen this scene before
And wouldn't wish upon this herd
What they must know's in store.
The vultures flying overhead
Just do so in respect
And not for them the elephants
Their target to be pecked.
The elephants are coming.
This is their judgement day,
The ending of their species.
And it's known by all but they.
There may be panic stations
When the valley sounds their fate.
But the elephants are coming
And they'll realise too late.
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