I’ve been granted three wishes,

And one of them was

To go back and redo jr.high school,

Knowing what I know now.

I’m going to ask some of them

That like to see

Such violent movies on tv,

If they like to watch people die of cancer, too?

And to the haters that scoff

Their jealous hearts out

Toward the ones who want 

To love others and get along,

I’m going to sing them the song

About the elephant 

That went for a walk,

And how the randy monkey saw her,

And just as he jumped on her behind

And started going at her as best he could,

She happened to stepped on a thorny bush

And moaned in pain.

And as the prideful monkey yelled,

“Suffer, Bitch!”

She twitched her tail

And flung him forty feet

Back into the trees.

But as I think of these terrible things,

I wonder why I would waste a wish

On going back to something as awful

As the jr. high experience truly was,

When I can just sing to the entire planet,

The song about an elephant, now.

-jenn