High Upon The Big Gray Backs

by Duncan Jones

The tour took off and moved along upon the big gray backs
The elephants were sure and calm and traced familiar tracks
Soon, “What was that?” the guide was asked (who laughed before he smiled)
“Just the monkeys and their show, they all say, ‘Welcome to the wild!’”
The branches danced, the jungle screamed, all hidden in the green
“They like to warn new visitors to keep your senses keen!”

So the tour continued moving high upon the big gray backs
The elephants were sure and calm and traced familiar tracks
Then, “What was that?” the guide was asked (who feigned to look concerned)
“Just a deer or three or four, come to see who has returned”
Ahead along the jungle path the antlers skipped on by
“They say, ‘If you’re not big and strong ... Let’s hope that you can fly!’”

So the tour continued moving high upon the big gray backs
The elephants were sure and calm and traced familiar tracks
Then, “What was that?” the guide was asked (who grinned and made eyes wide)
“Oh a buffalo so loud and proud, his strength is undenied
He likes to tease the elephants and tell them ‘move along’
Pretends that he’s the baddest, bragging, ‘Look at me! So strong!’”

So the tour continued moving high upon the big gray backs
The elephants were sure and calm and traced familiar tracks
Then all at once the giants slowed, and then they stopped, were still
The jungle now completely silent, even seemed to darken, chill
“What’s going on? the guide was asked (his eyes were now much wider)
But this time he was silent ... and then he whispered, “Tiger!”