This Is The El-E-Phant, Who Lives With But One Aim - To Please. His I-Vo-Ry Tusk He Free-Ly Gives To Make Pi-A-No Keys. One Grief He Has - How-E'Er He Tries, He Nev-Er Can For-Get That One Of His E-Nor-Mous Size Can't Be A House-Hold Pet. Then Does He To His Grief Give Way, Or Sink 'Neath Sor-Row'S Ban? Oh, No; In-Stead He Spends Each Day Con-Tri-Ving Some Un-Sel-Fish Way To Be Of Use To Man.