Madame Beak. March Of The Elephants. Zeneszám

The elephants are marching one by one
Trunk to tail, trunk to tail, they're marching toward the sun
Their journey still has many many weeks, but they must keep the vow that they have made to Madame Beak

They promised her she would have their allegiance
That they would come no matter what the season
So when the message came that she did need their help
They responded back that she should not fret, for elephants do not forget

The elephants are marching off to war
They will fulfill the promise that they made in days of yore
A solemn oath in which they would protect
The feathered-flying Madame Beak and her entire nest

They promised her she would have their allegiance
That they would come no matter what the season
So when the message came that she did need their help
They responded back that she should not fret, for elephants do not forget

The elephants have finally arrived
They stomp their feet, sound their trunks and charge with all their might
The battles lasts deep into the dusk, but by the morning sun they stand alone with bloody tusks

A celebration has been called
A joyous time for one and all
A celebration has been called
A joyous time for one and all

(Thanks to Madame Beak for these lyrics)