The Vanishing Elephant
In a world full of beauty and wonder
And the number of species that live
There is joy to be found
When the species abound
In the love and the comfort we give
But the joy that we feel is decreasing
By the loss of a kind, gentle friend
And the love that is not
For the elephant shot
Is a blot we must share in the end
For the elephant herds are decreasing
And their loss is the guilt we must share
For the world is diminished
By species that finished
For lack of more people who care.
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