The Elephant Poem by shimon weinroth

Michael drew an elephant
Put it on a page sent it by mail
This large pachyderm, from across the seas
Now, had a life of its own

Upon opening the letter, started to dance and sing
To grandma, I was cooped up, without air and space enough
Michael made me, and bade me say, that I am a gift to you
And he is sorry he could not come with me

But you must feed me, and teach me
To read and write, and do what's right
Grandma says thank you, but is somewhat sad
That you could not come

She promises to hang me on the wall, upon fixing the elephant
To its place, we all started to cry, Michael's elephant sighed
And took cheer, and said the lad will draw some more
Have no fear, be not sad, in the next letter, surprises hugs and kisses