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little Elephant sprays water from his trunk,
as the mother pushes him down to dunk,
emerging from the brown murk to still play,
the mother looks to be smiling this day,
little Elephant runs along the mud,
during the raining seasonal flood,
his mother follows to keep a close eye,
for the predators seeking a meal of the little guy,
her hope is for him to grow to be big and strong,
a simple thing from life from her sweet song,
little Elephant grow up to lead the rest,
because they are a species that is truly blessed.