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Friday, April 09, 2010

Elephants never forget

Another possible Blair safari headline might be




Look at the huge pr*ck on that elephant

That picture reminds me of a Leon Rosselson song, but as I can't find a link to the lyrics I'll need to type them out:

JUMBO THE ELEPHANT

Jumbo the elephant, he wasn't elegant, and his intelligence was small;
But he was a hell of a nice sort of elephant,
Willing and mild, like a lovable child
Obedient to everyone's call.

Jumbo lived in the jingle-jangle jungle of a concrete town,
Worked clearing debris, hauling girders, heaving timber till the night came down.
Never known another home,
He was as happy as he could be:
Everyone gave him buns,
Petted and patted him playfully,
And the Mayor
(Who owned half the town and Jumbo too)
The Mayor
Taught him all the things that an elephant should do.
The Mayor
When the town turned out for the liberty parade
The Mayor
As the crowd waved flags and the brass bands played
Proud as a cat, in his cock-doodle hat
The fat Mayor sat
On the elephant's back

Jumbo the elephant, he wasn't elegant, and his intelligence was small;
But he was a hell of a nice sort of elephant,
Willing and mild, like a lovable child
Obedient to everyone's call.

Every morning all the crowds would gather in the market square:
Came to watch the elephant performing all the tricks that he'd been taught by the Mayo
He could dance, he could prance
Everyone laughing to see the fun
Lumbering, rumba-ing,
Keeping time to the beat of the drum.
And the Mayor
The ways of an elephant were ways he understood.
The Mayor
Gave Jumbo champagne as a treat for being good
The Mayor
At the word of command the great beast bowed
The Mayor
Mounted like a Rajah to the cheers of the crowd
And proud as a cat, in his cock-doodle hat
The fat Mayor sat
On the elephant's back

Jumbo the elephant, he wasn't elegant, and his intelligence was small;
But he was a hell of a nice sort of elephant,
Willing and mild, like a lovable child
Obedient to everyone's call.

Then one Sunday as the dry winds flickered through the summer heat
The Mayor was riding Jumbo at the head of a procession in the crowded street.
Suddenly, for all to see
Jumbo stopped, heard the Mayor call his name.
Silently, defiantly
Jumbo was playing another game.
And the Elephant
Waved his trunk and trumpeted, shattering the sky
The Elephant
The crowds fled in terror as they heard his jungle cry
The Elephant
Rampaging and trampling through the town
The Elephant
"Jumbo!" screamed the Mayor as he was hurtled to the ground.
And tit for tat
You could hear the bones crack
The elephant sat
On the fat Mayor's back.

Jumbo the elephant, he wasn't elegant, and his intelligence was small;
But he was a hell of a nice sort of elephant,
Till he turned wild, like a violent child:
You can't trust an elephant at all..