’Tis all a popular delusion.
I have seen many a wild-beast show,
From the day when Messrs. Pidcock and Co.
Were what vulgar people call all-the-go,
To the time when society mourned for the loss
(All felt it, but no one like poor Mr. Cross)
Of the elephant “Chuney,” who went mad, ’tis said,
With the pressure and pain
He felt in his brain
From constantly bearing a trunk on his head.