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The elephants are marching one by one Trunk to tail, trunk to tail, they're marching toward the sun Their journey still has many many weeks, but they must keep the vow that they have made to Madame Beak They promised her she would have their allegiance That they would come no matter what the season So when the message came that she did need their help They responded back that she should not fret, for elephants do not forget The elephants are marching off to war They will fulfill the promise that they made in days of yore A solemn oath in which they would protect The feathered-flying Madame Beak and her entire nest They promised her she would have their allegiance That they would come no matter what the season So when the message came that she did need their help They responded back that she should not fret, for elephants do not forget The elephants have finally arrived They stomp their feet, sound their trunks and charge with all their might The battles lasts deep into the dusk, but by the morning sun they stand alone with bloody tusks A celebration has been called A joyous time for one and all A celebration has been called A joyous time for one and all (Thanks to Madame Beak for these lyrics) From Letras Mania