It's 3 - sometimes 4 in the morning,

When I wake to the terrible tread

As the elephants stamp by on the staircase

To lumber around overhead.

It's 3 - sometimes 4 in the morning,

When sleep leaves and I wake up instead;

At times even daylight is dawning 

When the elephants tramp home to their bed.

But real jumbos are famously quiet,

Their steps are so neat and petite;

How I wish my new neighbours would try it...

To be as discreet with their feet? 

At 3 - sometimes 4 in the morning,

At a time when most folks are asleep,

I'd rather not lie awake yawning,

How I long for those elephants to CREEP!