The Squeaking Elephant

Far away in a forest-land,

Lived elephants many, in a band.

They looked alike by and large,

As if they were manufactured in a garage.

But one stood out, not for color or race,

Neither for his face nor for his pace.

But coz this calf would never trumpet nor speak,

For whenever he tried, he would only squeak!

‘Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!’, he would all day,

While he ate or drank, or while he would play.

And his friends mocked him as though he were furred,

And named him ‘Squeaky’ - the mouse of the herd!

But Squeaky was wise and remained unfazed,

For eulogies of others, he never had crazed.

He would wander through the woods,

mapping routes all the way,

While his little friends would eat, and sleep all day.

One night as the news of forest fire arrived,

The herd took to their feet, desperate to survive.

But the fire was quick and our tuskers slow,

How could they ever outpace the fire and its blow?

But Squeaky stayed calm, asking the herd to come after,

For he knew the route to take, to reach the river faster.

They reached it in no time; each member safe and sound,

And the mouse of the herd became the king uncrowned.