There is a lone hill somewhere,

Without an elephant on it,

People yearned for an elephant on that hill,

In time their prayer was answered by a young equestrian artist who intended to draw a horse on that very site.

A horse is no substitute for an elephant,

But nothing is.

The young equestrian artist was horrified when people objected to him drawing a horse on their hill.

They said it obstructed their view if they lay down.

At this moment in time one hundred local councils are fighting out his rights to leave the horse where it is,

The rest goes into the mists of time.