Jumbo's lullaby

Jumbo asleep!

Grey leaves thick-furred

As his ears keep

Conversations blurred.

Thicker than hide

Is the trumpeting water;

Don Pasquito's bride

And his youngest daughter

Watch the leaves

Elephantine grey:

What is it grieves

In the torrid day?

Is it the animal

World that snores

Harsh and inimical

In sleepy pores?-

And why should the spined flowers

red as a soldier

Make Don Pasquito

Seem still mouldier?