Children’s elephant god has stomach
He pats lovingly and the moon laughs
At his too much sweet eating in a sky.
They don’t forget to make his clay rat.

Grownups have 52 feet elephant god
With a ball of sweet in higher hands
So when they will drown him in lake
They auction sweet in his high hand.

All through a year they wait for him
To return in mud and plastic paints.
He does not  mind a little drowning
In dirty lakes to come back next year.