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Nicholas Kolibas

My Elephant

My saxophone is an elephant,

With his tough skin weathered over the years of use.

The call of his voice heard by the whole jungle,

And silent tranquility while he sits in the sun.

Once he warms up from the hot African rays,

His voice sings the songs of better days.

When he and his friends stampede,

The beat of the beast is felt.

He can only be controlled by his owner,

And will squeak when tried by another.

He curls up in his case,

And sleeps warm and cozy days.

Until the night emerges,

And the elephant can sing.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]