I cannot find my elephant.
He must have run away.
He isn't on the sofa
where he promised he would stay.
I've looked around the living room,
the kitchen and the hall.
My elephant is missing1
and I'm not sure who to call.
I'll need to get a bloodhound
who can track him by his scent2,
or hire a house detective
to discover where he went.
He isn't in the basement
or the attic3 or the yard.
You'd think, to find an elephant
would not be quite so hard.
Perhaps I'll make some posters,
and I'll offer a reward.
I'd make it more, but fifty cents
is all I can afford.
If you should see my elephant,
he answers to "Jerome."
Please tell him that I miss him
and I wish he'd come back home.
He knows the way.  It's up the street
and down our garden path.
And next time I won't warn him
when it's time to take his bath.