I found him.
I found a little elephant, a tiny little giant, in my pocket.
Crying like a violin, caus' nobody waited for him.
So i took him with me, cradling him like a quiet sea.
Every night purring near my ears,
Chasing away ghosts of my fears.
But everyone said, that he was just a ball of wool,
They pulled his threads and treated me like a fool.
Then i cried endless, while my elephant died of sadness.
They have forgotten.
(Je l'ai finalement bien avalé cet oeuf d'autruche, ça fait bien deux semaines! Poc! Aïe...)