I got to spend some quality time with my friend Julie this week. We were staying in a nice hotel laying in our own personal queen beds and talking about childhood memories. Julie tells me one about watching an elephant on television. The elephant's name was Beachball... long story short, Julie's mom is yelling at the t.v., "Run, Beachball, run!" All that is to tell you why elephants are on my mind.
When you combine elephants and poety, you get one of my favorite poems. I don't even know who introduced me to this poem, but I know I was young and even then my sense of whimsy won out. Here goes...
Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant—
No! no! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone—
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I've got it right.)
Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee—
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)
-Laura Elizabeth Richards
Still on the subject of elephants, this is where I would go if I had a bucket list. Maybe I should start one and make this first on the list-an elephant sanctuary where you can volunteer to work with elephants. It sounds like a little bit of heaven.