There's an elephant on our roof having a party

Inspired by my 3 year old after a 2am missile

There’s an elephant on our roof

having a party.

Boom, boom, boom.

My big sister is asleep.

My baby sister is asleep.

But I’m not.

I’m listening.

“Whooop! Whooop!”

They call it an Azaka.

But I know it’s an elephant.

having a party.

Maybe the elephant is eating cake

like the hippopotamus on the roof.

I love that book.

Daddy takes me out of bed.

“The elephant is turning three,” I tell him.

It’s a loud party.

I think she has sisters.

There’s an elephant on our roof

having a party with her sisters.

Mummy and Daddy take us to their room.

They call it “the mamad”.

I bring Dumbo.

Dumbo loves birthday parties.

I can hear the elephants dancing

and stamping their feet.

They don’t come in.

It makes me sad.

I want to see them.

Maybe they have balloons.

But Mummy says, “We stay inside.”

She doesn’t like the elephants.

So I listen,

because I’m a big girl now.

After a few minutes,

the elephants go to sleep.

So I do too.