The Elephant.

This is the El-e-phant, who lives With but one aim—to please. His i-vo-ry tusk he free-ly gives To make pi-a-no keys. One grief he has—how-e'er he tries, He nev-er can for-get That one of his e-nor-mous size Can't be a house-hold pet. Then does he to his grief give way, Or sink 'neath sor-row's ban? Oh, no; in-stead he spends each day Con-tri-ving some un-sel-fish way To be of use to Man.