Holding Hands

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From the book Favorite Poems of Childhood

Holding Hands

Elephants walking
Along the trails

Are holding hands
By holding tails.

Trunks and tails
Are handy things

When elephants walk
In circus rings.

Elephants work
And elephants play

And elephants walk
And feel so gay.

And when they walk-
It never fails

They’re holding hands
By holding tails.

 — Leonore M. Link


From the Book Favorite Poems of Childhood