Do you like elephants? I do. When I was young, my favorite song was "Nellie the Elephant." I used to sing it, stomping around the front room. Also, my mum once told me that my dad had nearly been trampled on by an elephant at the circus. It's true. Here we go. "Fancy a ride on an elephant? Bobbing to the rhythm of the elephant beat as it pounds round town on those four great feet. With its great gray ears and his great gray trunk, what a blast as you pass on that great gray hunk. Fancy a ride on an elephant? Better than a tiger, better than a whale, better than a ride on a mighty snail. Better than a train or a plane or a bike when you're bob, bob, bobbing anywhere you like. Fancy a ride on an elephant? Those ears may flat, that trunk may honk, that tail may swish on that great gray hunk. Now do watch out, for it may have a wash, so you might get splashed with a splishity-splosh. Fancy a ride on an elephant? What a hoot it'll be, all tickety-boo, when you're on board, so come on, you. Fancy a ride on an elephant?".