They are gray, big and majestic,
and walk very slowly in files,
across the savannah, where
only straw, dust and flies abound,
and where they go looking
for some large tree from which to steal
green leaves and branches to eat:
among them, their puppets march,
gray they too, cute, little ones,
to be defended from the thousands
of nasty dangers, since they are
the hope for the species' future...
but how someone can dare to kill hem,
big, good, peaceful as they arre,
just to steal from them a few kilos
of ivory?