I'm So Glad Elephants Can't Climb Trees Poem by Pamela lutwyche

I was walking the dog
on a bright summer morn
we were under a tree
our shadows were on the floor
the shadow of the tree, I could see
so, there was me, the dog and the tree,

In the shadow a bird flew to the tree
then in the shadow, I did see
a big poop falling in the shadow
It hit me on my shadow head
I'm so, glad elephants can't climb trees
Imagine if they could

I would probably be dead
from the weight of the shadow poop
that hit me on my shadow head