the ephelant and the giffera once fell in love

when much too tiny to realize how wrong it’was

pacing and galloping, stomping and trumpeting

they played with such harmony in each other’s company

but soon they would find no fallen drops from the sky

their rivers and lakes could only run dry

migration over lands would surely tear them apart

their families had no cares for their tiny broken hearts

said the giffera to the ephelant:  i’ll think of you every sunset

said the ephelant to giffera: and of our friendship 

i most assuredly will never forget