Pachydermy Pachanga

What's not to love?
In fiery frazzled air above
your sizzle sazzled, baldy barely hair!
Drowning in the gush of
your moist, lush kingdom
in explosive, smothering green
ordered chaos, simmering keenly
at the break of the dawn
on a sultry, savage, ravenous jungle morn...

What's not to praise?
Beyond your small, pink-visioned gaze
of limpid lily padded pools, as
swarming monsters daily drool
at their bloodfest, draining juices
while you lumber through the sluices
with the weight of the world
an unmeasured, treasured load
that none but you are bidden to uphold...

One, Two, Three, Four
Load them on as the time before...
Jaya jaya, Santi Kali
Hamro lakei, jaya jaya on!

What's not to dream?
As God's myriad creatures teem
beneath the swampy pampas nether
hairs on backs watchful, ever
hopeful of a lazed, uncrazed sweet hour
to be lost, yet found, devoured
only in Creator's peace surrounded
where no human stain
may trample or remain...

What's not to hope?
Against your freedom that harness rope
of a rose gold, honeyed haze
at the end of glorious day
when tigers growl their last
and you'd sound your trumpet blast
T'is enough! It is done!
Put a stop to human fun
So I'll wallow in shallowed slumber
Rest my pachydermy number...

One, Two, Three, Four
Let me sleep till I dream no more...
Jaya jaya, Santi Kali
Hamro lakei, jaya jaya on!