The lion would roar till one could feel
The ground all tremble from noise he made
Like soldiers marching on dress parade;
The hyena let out such a mighty yell
That the leaves most off the branches fell;
The geese would cackle, the baboons chatter,
And all for college and alma mater.
“’Twill never do,” said the elephant sad—,
For the cheer was really “righty” bad.
He looked discouraged, with face awry,