13 pink elephants balancing on balls
Throwing daggers, waiting to fall
Twirling around and around
Tumbling down in the lava grounds
Helpless trying to doggy paddle
A passing pelican heard this crescendo, his tail waggled
Searching the hills of candy
He found a triant, ‘might be handy’
He said to him self, looking high and low
A fierce fire-ball storm started to blow
Hiding in a dead discarded dinosaur’s skull for cover
In no time, the fierce fire-ball storm had gone over
Leaving big hot, sticky, green puddles,
He started to look, after his lunch of Nuddles.
About a few light years later
The pelican found himself near the equator
Lost and alone! Only if Hooter hadn’t eaten the map
No time to cry blood! No time to nap
‘Must go on, to save the creatures in distress!’
But he took a guess
Neast was his direction! Soon he came to the lava ground! 13 pink elephants, is what he found
Bazzled, scratching his beak, he thought of a plan
Laughed with his knowledge, feeling like a man
Fumbling in his rucksack
After couple of hours, he found a ten pack,
A ten pack of fire works
The pelican saw the perk
So the pelican shoved a fire work up every elephant’s bums!
And lit fuses, they went up to the scarlet sky, banging like drums
Landed on the orange grass
A Punkyfish gargled ‘that was class, ‘
So the pelican went back home! Pleased today
And the green spotted, pink elephants went and play.
The random-ness of random!?!?