Big Battle Poem by Ima Ryma

It be a battle of the big.
The baobab tree does stand tall,
Thousands of years old since a twig.
Not much on Earth could make it fall.
But then the elephant comes by,
Thirsty for all the water in
The baobab (for drought that's why.)
So the elephant does begin
To strip the bark and gouge a hole,
Beating the pulp out of the tree,
Gulping all water as the goal.
Oh such beastly ferocity!

The battle of behemoth hunks,
Both be wearing extra large trunks.