To Love AnElephant

The Wanderer by Phil Burns

It isn’t easy to love AnElephant
When he thinks he’s a butterfly
He goes where he pleases
As if carried on breezes
He is more likely to laugh than to cry

He wanders the globe like a trade wind
He doesn’t stay long in one place
He calls no place home
He is content to roam
Loving everyone not ever one face

AnElephant was settled a long time ago
In what seems like a previous life
The lines round his eyes
Tell it is no surprise
But he had children and a quite perfect wife

But times change and he changes faster
He moves and they do not go with him
The past is long gone
He travels alone
He dances to his own unique rhythm

A pretty lady may feed him fresh peanuts
She may even tickle his ear
He gives her fair warning
By tomorrow morning
It is certain he will not be here

It isn’t easy to love AnElephant
When he thinks he’s a butterfly
He goes where he pleases
As if carried on breezes
But in the darkness you may soft hear him cry