It's Hard to Be an Elephant

By: Jack Prelutsky

It's hard to be an elephant,

enormous, broad and tall.

I can't attend the cinema,

the seats are all too small.

It's practically impossible

for me to board a bus,

the tired often flatten,

and the driver makes a fuss.

I'm ushered out of luncheonettes,

the waitresses are rude.

They fume, "We cannot feed you,

for you'll finish all our food."

I'm drawn to the piano,

but I'm daunted when I play,

I tend to be ungainly,

and my ears get in the way.

My trunk is far too powerful,

no sooner do I sneeze

than windows crack and shatter

from the impact of the breeze.

I'm plagued by a peculiar,

purely pachydermal plight -

I find no socks and underwear

that fit precisely right.