An elephant’s tusk waltzes through the dead grass

Flinging beetles in a spray of musty mist

The beetles giggle at their unexpected flight

Their joy doubles as they land in a pile of shite

A fastidious female crouches half hidden

Her nose turned upwind to the foul she’s just given

Though the beetles don’t mind, they’ve been rolling for years

Taking and making their fibrous spheres

On hearing them laugh, the elephant stops

And questions his path

His four padded feet snuffle the ground

Sensing vibrations from the rocks all around

The fastidious female emits some sound

As she buckles then chuckles at the bugs on the ground

The festooning bugs have bought peace all around

Until the next line, as the elephant sounds

A thuddering shuddering shake of the ground

The fastidious female quickens her step

Forgetting to cover her sweet defecate

The elephant charges with boisterous guile

Teaching our female the art of a smile