Elephant Poems


Grand To Be An Elephant
by Wayne Hepburn

Elephred Astair

An elegant Elephant waltzing along
Was heard to sing out this marvelous song.

How grand to be an Elephant, yessireeeee;
As strong and brave as anyone can beeeee;
And smart, and kind, you must agreeeee,
So swell and grand, it simply seems to meeeee,
That everyone should an Elephant want to beeeee.

OH! How grand to be a mighty pachyderm,
It's quite a bit handsomer than a worm.

I could have ended up a bumble bee;
Instead He made me just the way I ammmm,
So big I can unearth a giant treeeee,
And no one dares turn me into a hammmm.

An Elephant, it's truly fine to beeeee;
For nothing else on earth from A to Zeeee,
Quite compares to the lovely likes of meeeee-eee.
I surely must be nature's apo-geeeee.

I've tried to think of a better thing but cannnnn't;
The very best thing to be is an El-eeeee-phannnnnt.



copyright1997 Wayne Hepburn All rights reserved


The Elephant Poem
by Wayne Hepburn


Elephants are lovely guys,
They're good and true and tell no lies.

They don't take more than they can eat,
And always watch where they put their feet.

They don't play with electric wires;
I never have heard of them starting fires.

They live healthily, they don't smoke
An Elephant is a kindly bloke.

Elephants take care of their young,
And rarely speak with angry tongue.

When in school, they do not cheat,
They walk in lines which are quite neat.

They don't beat up on smaller folks,
Don't care if they're the butt of jokes.

They don't fret, what wear today,
Look simply splendid all in gray.

Super strong yet very nice,
They're really not afraid of mice.

I've tried and tried but I just can't
Find anything better than the Elephant.

Written by Wayne Hepburn and placed in the Public Domain 11 September 1997. Additional couplets welcomed.


My Elephant Thinks I'm Wonderful
by Kenn Nesbitt


My elephant thinks I'm wonderful.
My elephant thinks I'm cool.
My elephant hangs around with me
and follows me into school.

My elephant likes the way I look.
He thinks that I'm fun and smart.
He thinks that I'm kind and generous
and have a terrific heart.

My elephant thinks I'm brave and bold.
He's proud of my strength and guts.
But mostly he likes the way I smell.
My elephant thinks I'm nuts.


--Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright copyright 2004 Kenn Nesbitt, All Rights Reserved
Used by permission of the author. Please respect his copyright. Enjoy Mr Nesbitt's other delightful poems especially for children at poetry4kids.com/


A Google TM search on the phrase "elephant poem" (without quotes) performed 2008 10 04 produced 1,670,000 hits. Many are duplicates. Many are not actual poems about elephants but the total number is nevertheless amazing.

Pinky the Baby Elephant
by Lisa Wright

Pinky was born on a bright and sunny day,
a pink elephant in a gray herd.
"Oh! What a wonder!" his parents did say,
telling the herd. Then the herd spread the word.
"A pink elephant was born to us this day!"
"Let's go to see him!", they would exclaim.
Like drums of thunder from near and far away,
they rolled across the African plain.
"Oh, when they see my pink skin, what will they say?
Will they look upon me in disdain?"
Then Pinky got scared and went to hide away.
He told himself, "I am not the same.
They will never want me to come out and play."
Elephants being so good and true
tried to coax him out, but Pinky would not sway.
The elephants knew just what to do.
Decidedly they side by side in array.
Then lifted up their trunks in a trumpeting song.
When he heard their trumpets, he thought "I'm okay!
I may be pink but it's here that I belong."



copyright2007 Lisa Wright, used by permission


My Elephant is Missing
by Kenn Nesbitt


My Elephant is Missing
I cannot find my elephant.
He must have run away.
He isn't on the sofa
where he promised he would stay.

I've looked around the living room,
the kitchen and the hall.
My elephant is missing
and I'm not sure who to call.

I'll need to get a bloodhound
who can track him by his scent,
or hire a house detective
to discover where he went.

He isn't in the basement
or the attic or the yard.
You'd think, to find an elephant
would not be quite so hard.

Perhaps I'll make some posters,
and I'll offer a reward.
I'd make it more, but fifty cents
is all I can afford.

If you should see my elephant,
he answers to "Jerome."
Please tell him that I miss him
and I wish he'd come back home.

He knows the way. It's up the street
and down our garden path.
And next time I won't warn him
when it's time to take his bath.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright copyright 2004 Kenn Nesbitt, All Rights Reserved
Used by permission of the author. Please respect his copyright. Enjoy Mr Nesbitt's other delightful poems especially for children at poetry4kids.com/



Eletelephony
by Laura E Richards

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!)


[ Copyright unknown. Author deceased sixty five years when this page published. Poem is found in many places on internet including http://oldpoetry.com. A web search yielded more than 3,000 hits for the word eletelephony. ]


From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards (February 27, 1850 - January 14, 1943) was born in Boston, Massachusetts, to a high-profile family. During her life, she wrote over 90 books, including children's, biographies, poetry, and others. A well-known children's poem for which she is noted is the literary nonsense verse "Eletelephony."

Her father was Dr. Samuel Gridley Howe, an abolitionist and the founder of the Perkins Institution and Massachusetts School for the Blind. Samuel Gridley Howe's famous pupil Laura Bridgman was Laura's namesake.

Julia Ward Howe, Laura's mother, was famous for writing the words to The Battle Hymn of the Republic.

In 1871, Laura married Henry Richards. He would accept a management position in 1876 at his family's paper mill at Gardiner, Maine, where the couple moved with their three children.

In 1917, Laura won a Pulitzer Prize for The Life of Julia Ward Howe, a biography, which she co-authored with her sister, Maud Howe Elliott.


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