AnElephantCant keep it a secret
He is so happy his big head is all bursty
No buts and no ifs
And sadly no gifts
But today is AnElephant’s birthday
He is still somewhat dashing and handsome
Although he is clearly now a wee bitty older
But he is quite cute
And he has a beaut-
iful grey wrinkly pachydermal left shoulder
He has been examined by a leading astrologer
He doesn’t believe anyone can be that far seeing
Whatever the quack said
He is not an arachnid
But he is apparently an archetypical Scorpion
On this day in 1715
There was a battle up near Sheriffmuir*
They didn’t keep score
The result was a draw
And both sides ended up with a lot of men fewer
But a quiet day with no fighting is planned here
No wine or women and not even song
But AnElephant says hooray
Because he shares his birthday
With the wonderful Robert Louis Stevenson**
Now this Edinburgh lad was a writer
If you don’t know his work take a look
New genres he mapped
With a thriller Kidnapped
And Treasure Island the first great pirate book
He also wrote something you all know
Which has had some impact far and wide
Based on a true story
Quite bloody and gory
He wrote The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
So AnElephant is happy on his big day
Eating caviare and drinking champagne
But just between us
He is singing because
The bubbles go straight up his trunk to his brain
*The Battle of Sheriffmuir took place during the first Jacobite Rebellion, near Stirling in Central Scotland.
Eye witness accounts and a later poem by Robert Burns cast no clear light on the outcome.
** Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) lived and worked in Scotland, France and England, travelled across the USA, wrote about his time in California and Hawaii, and died in Samoa, where he was practically worshipped by the islanders.
He was 43 years old.
He wrote his own requiem:
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.