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Ella the Elephant

by Donna Hruska

July 26, 1968 by Donna Hruska Hunt

“Ella the Elephant” tells the heartwarming story of a clumsy young elephant who learns ballet to become graceful and win the friendship of the other jungle animals who once avoided her.

by Donna Hruska

Ella the elephant Was puzzled and sad. She felt she might cry She was feeling so bad.

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She had awakened that morning In such a good mood so fresh. She had eaten six bowlsful Of elephant food.

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“Oh, hello, Jimmy Monkey,” She said to her friend, As she tripped on his tail And fell end over end.

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“How about a game Of Hide and Go Seek? You can be ‘it’ If you won’t peek!”

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“No thanks,” answered Jimmy. “You can’t count on me!” And quick as a flash He raced up a tree.

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“I’ll ask Laura Lion,” Ella called as she ran, “She likes to play tag And adores ‘Kick the Can’!”

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“I’m sorry,” said Laura, “But I must say no. I can’t play because You’ve stepped on my toe!”

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Ella asked Sammy Zebra And Jeremy Gnu, But both of them answered, “We can’t play with you!”

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Poor Ella was baffled And sat on a stump But fell over backwards With a shattering BUMP!

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“Why won’t they be friends?” She asked at a loss— “I try to be pleasant And never be cross.”

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“I think I can help you,” A gentle voice said. It was Hilda the Hippo Nodding her head.

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“When I was a youngster I had the same trouble. When I came to play Friends ran on the double.”

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“Like you I was awkward, I stepped on their toes, I tripped and I stumbled, I splashed on their clothes.”

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“But, what did you do? You must tell me quick!” Said Ella to Hilda, “Pray, what was the trick?

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“The answer’s quite simple, There’s only one way, To make yourself graceful You must learn—BALLET!”

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“Ballet?” exclaimed Ella, “Do you mean dancing? But they would all laugh At an elephant prancing!”

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“Oh, it isn’t easy!” Hilda replied, “But if you work hard You’ll be glad you tried.”

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“For friends will no longer Be running away For fear that you’ll hurt them When you come to play!”

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So Ella, determined To learn ballet well, Enrolled in the salon Of Madame Gazelle.

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She studied and practiced To learn each position; She ached till she thought She’d need a physician.

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At first she was awkward— When she made a mistake, She fell on the ground And the jungle would shake.

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But Ella worked hard To learn how to move, And gradually she Began to improve.

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And then the day came When Madam Gazelle Announced a recital For those who danced well!

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And who was to be The star of the show? Yes, ELLA THE ELEPHANT! By now you should know!

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The day of the recital All the animals came. Would Ella be graceful, Or still just the same?

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Seeing her playmates Before her assembled, Ella felt nervous And all her knees trembled.

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Then she stepped out, As the lights grew dim, In a tutu of pink With blue and gold trim.

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Pivoting and whirling With abandon and grace, She charmed and astonished Everyone in the place.

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Her arabesques were grand! Pirouettes unsurpassed! Her skill left her audience Completely aghast!

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When she finished, the applause Was loud and so thunderous That to Ella it seemed Fantastic and wonderous.

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And when it was over Her friends were all waiting. “Come on, Ella,” they cried, “We’re all going skating!”

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And Ella the Awkward, Who used to be friendless, Is now Ella the Graceful Whose friends are just endless!

Category: Donna's Literary Work, Poetry

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