ELEPHANTE DAY SPECIAL

Escape of the Elephante Princess
By Ladyariel32

At break of dawn
She is long gone
To escape his wrath
Long on her path
She goes.

With twinkling eyes
Crown cut to size
Her soul ablaze
Heart in a daze
She goes.

In gown of blue
A sleeve askew
Stiff skirt hitched high
Need you ask why
She runs.

At first she skips
And then she leaps
Now that she's free
There's much to see
She runs.

As the sun rose
Far off she goes
And all the while
On her lips a smile
She flies!

The Elephante Stomp
By Numbertwelve

Have you ever heard
Of such a fabulous thing
As a group of Tyrannian Elephantes,
Who both dance well and sing?

If not then you're in luck,
Cause I've got a tale to spin,
About a group you've never seen,
Who sing songs -- Tyrannian.

"The Elephante Stomp" they're called,
Four lumbering hulks they are,
And before you doubt their talents,
Here's the song that'll make them stars!

It goes "Ugga-Ug-Stomp,
Ugga-Ugga-Ug-Thwomp,
Uggy-Zuggy-Zug-Thwap,
Ugga-Dugga-Oh-Snap!"

Now if you like what you're hearing,
And I know that you do,
Than on Elephante day,
I've got something for you.

It goes "Ugga-Ug-Stomp,
Ugga-Ugga-Ug-Thwomp,
Uggy-Zuggy-Zug-Thwap,
Ugga-Dugga-Oh-Snap!"

So forget plans you've made,
There's but one thing to be done,
On Elephante Day you've gotta,
Sing a song -- Tyrannian!

It goes "Ugga-Ug-Stomp,
Ugga-Ugga-Ug-Thwomp,
Uggy-Zuggy-Zug-Thwap,
Ugga-Dugga-Oh-Snap!"

Elephante Blacksmith
By xx_crying_inside_xx

Amidst the rush of heavy day,
As sun beats down in large display,
A hero mighty enlists aid,
He seeks a one to repair his blade.

With inferno set behind his work,
His face is carved in focused smirk,
For hammer raised to bash and fix,
Sends fiery sparks as blow inflicts.

For upon black anvil lays the sword,
And with each strike becomes restored,
For while the hammer's sounds now ring,
The sword again begins to sing.

And when the tattoo beats no more,
The glowing sword emits a roar,
For into water it now descends--
And weapon true the blacksmith extends.

Unknown yet, but of such aid,
Fixing all as is his trade,
For heroes answer battle's chord,
But what would they be without a sword?

Island Elephante Ballet
By Anjie

Fragrant scent of tropic realm,
Sweet enough to overwhelm.
Sun is melting into night,
Day is done and time is right.
One by one they lumber out,
Elephantes, there is no doubt.
Standing in a long, straight line,
Under pallid moon's soft shine.

Painted with that Island brush,
They start off slow, no need to rush.
They move as Island wind does blow,
Armbands swaying to and fro.
Jewels do glisten on each head,
Shining as they twirl and tread.
Painted with a brown so light,
And beautified with swirls of white.

Tiny wings do flutter fast,
Crowd does cheer as they prance past.
Elephantes dance with such grace,
Not one stepping out of place!
They jump and do a stunning turn,
Bow then to their stance, return.
Jump on in, just join the fray!
Dance on this Elephante day!