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Elephant Stew

There once was a boy from Timbuktu
Whose favourite meal was elephant stew.
He'd eat it with ketchup, with mustard and pie,
If he had to he'd eat it with kangaroo eyes.
Eating all morning, all evening, all night,
Till he grew to a size that would give you a fright.
His teeth, they were stained with a rainbow of goo,
There were purples and yellows and aquas too.
One morning as he got ready to eat,
He picked up a spoon, with fingers like cleats.
Next his arms and legs changed, grey and wrinkly,
He bulged, grew tusks, and realized that he
Had turned into an elephant, sad as it may be,
And now the only thing that he could eat was leafy, dry and green.
I hope this was a lesson, to you and you and you,
That lesson is to never eat your elephant stew.

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