Procession

Heroes Bad Luck

The triumph procession comes to a halt

elephants trample flat the tanks

The tanks are only from cardboard mâché 

the hero on the wagon doesn't feel okay

It starts to rap his heart

maybe they will break him all bones

The battle glow has vanished

the battle winner disappears the courage

He doesn't want to die so miserable

he must hide his fear

But elephants anger knows no mercy

they make him small, this great Poor

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