Beneath the glow of neon strings,
There stood an elephant, grand and tall,
With a voice that could enchant them all.
The piano keys, they softly played,
As the crowd in awe began to sway,
The elephant's trunk, it swayed with grace,
A gentle rhythm, a steady pace.
With eyes so deep, like pools of night,
He sang of stars and moonlit light,
Of savannas wide and rivers deep,
Of dreams that dance in silent sleep.
The patrons hushed, their glasses still,
As the elephant's voice began to fill,
The room with tales of ancient lore,
Of lands unseen and hearts that soar.
His baritone, rich and warm,
Could weather any raging storm,
Each note a story, each word a thread,
Weaving magic where he tread.
The bartender wiped a tear away,
As the elephant sang of a brighter day,
The jukebox paused, the world stood still,
Captivated by his will.
When the final note began to fade,
The crowd erupted, unafraid,
To cheer and clap, to stomp and shout,
For the elephant who brought them out.
Of mundane lives and daily grind,
He sang of love, of peace, of mind,
And as he bowed, the pub did gleam,
A place where dreams and reality stream.
So if you find yourself in a pub one night,
And hear a voice that feels just right,
Look for the elephant, grand and true,
He'll sing a song just for you.