Grey as a mouse, Big as a house,Nose like a snake,I make the earth shake,As I tramp through the grass;Trees crack as I pass.With horns in my mouthI walk in the South,Flapping big ears.Beyond count of yearsI stump round and round,Never lie on the ground,Not even to die.Oliphaunt am I, Biggest of all,Huge, old, and tall.If ever you'd met meYou wouldn't forget me.If you never do,You won't think I'm true;But old Oliphaunt am I,And I never lie.

The cold hard landsthey bites our hands,they gnaws our feet.The rocks and stonesare like old bonesall bare of meat.But stream and poolis wet and cool:so nice for feet!And now we wish-

Float beyond the world of trees. Out into the whispering breeze, past the rushes, past the weeds, past the marsh's waving reeds.