Leon Rosselson wrote:

Jumbo the elephant, he wasn't elegant,
and his intelligence was small
But he was a helluva nice sort of elephant,
willing and mild, like a lovable child
Obedient to everyone's call

Jumbo lived in the jingle jangle jungle of a concrete town
He worked clearing debris, hauling girders, heaving timber till the night came down
Never known another home,
he was as happy as he could be
Everyone gave him buns,
petted and petted him playfully

And the mayor, who owned half the town and Jumbo, too
And the mayor, taught him all the things that an elephant should do
And the mayor, when the town turned out for the liberty parade
And the mayor, when the crowd waved flags and the brass bands played
Proud as a cat in his cock-a-doodle hat, the fat mayor sat
-- on the elephant's back
Jumbo, the elephant....

Sunday evenings, all the town folk gathered in the market square
They came to watch the elephant performing all the tricks that he'd been taught by the mayor
He could dance, he could prance, everyone laughing to see the fun
Rhumba-ing, lumbering, keeping the time to the beat of the drum

And the mayor
-- the ways of an elephant were ways he understood
And the mayor
-- gave Jumbo champagne as a treat for being good
And the mayor
-- had the word of command as the great beast bowed
And the mayor
-- mounted like a rajah to the cheers of the crowd
Proud as a cat in his cock-a-doodle hat, the fat mayor sat
-- on the elephant's back

Jumbo the elephant....

Then one Sunday, as the dry winds flickered through the summer heat
The mayor was riding Jumbo, at the head of a procession, through the crowded street
Suddenly, for all to see, Jumbo stopped, heard the mayor call his name
Silently, defiantly, Jumbo was playing another game

And the elephant
-- raised his trunk and trumpeted, shattering the sky
And the elephant
-- the crowd fled in terror as they heard his jungle cry
And the elephant
-- rampaging and trampling through the town
And the elephant
-- "Jumbo!" cried the mayor, as he was hurled to the ground
A tit for a tat, you could hear the bones crack, as the elephant sat
-- On the fat mayor's back

Jumbo the elephant, he wasn't elegant, and his intelligence was small
But he was a helluva nice sort of elephant, till he turned wild, like a violent child
You can't trust an elephant at all