There is a legend As some have told Of where elephants go When they grow old. There's a graveyard, they say, In the jungle deep Where they retire For eternal sleep. But no one's ever Proved it true Though many have searched As men will do. But, now, at last, The answer's found: There really is No burial ground Elephants, having No better plans, Don't die----they become Republicans! Composed by Kathy King
