Land Of The Elephants
They usually sleep in herds
But they roam alone
They fill their huge bellies
To the brim
When they run at top speed
Stay out of their way
From their height
They can see everything
Beneath these Behemoths
As they lumber along
Carrying tons of weight
They have a secret code
Of communication
There is safety in numbers
As they take care of their own
These pachyderms do not live
In Zoos
It could be or not our luck
That we live in the land...
Of...Semi Trucks!
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