The Elephants Nest

She makes her nest from two be fours
Stuck together with old chewing gum
It has no windows has no doors
And is painted a bright red plum.

She lays her eggs and flys away
For old tinned food she scrambles
She puts on weight ten pound a day
Then sits on her eggs, they're scrambled.

Now the Banyan tree it does not bend
Under the whistling pachiderm cow
She whistles for a mate or friend
To bring her much more chow.

Yes the Elephant is a wonderful Bird
With her great big floppy ears
She feeds on the fruit of the Rhubarb tree.
And drinks from the juice of fermented pears.

So if you're laying on the beach
And you see her flying near
For the nearest umbrella you should reach
But the smell will bring you to tears

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Robin A Spicer  (c) 18th July 2004

The above work has been edited due to information that the first verse is close to another work, by an unknown Author.

Since writing this poem, I have come across evidence that during the late Paleolithic period there existed a bird called the Madagascan Elephant Bird.

This bird was flightless, which is not surprising in that it did weigh around two metric tonnes, standing at around fifteen foot high. It was a close relative of the New Zealand Moa. Like the Moa, it became extinct as a result of human overkill. The Moa was the last of the Mega Beasts.