The Interview

by Duncan Jones

The savanna was in quite an uproar

And by that I intend no pun

Today was the day that all had awaited

A big day for everyone

They came in from far, they came in from wide

And many had covered much ground

Traveled to see the most famous gazelle

That no hunter could seem to bring down

He had finally been persuaded to talk

(He did not like to grant interviews)

Some said his secret was a fountain of youth

Some said he wore magical shoes

But guesses aside all soon would find out

And they gathered in close and found seats

The flamingo reporter was looking quite fine

The setting sun was losing its heat

The audience chattered, a mix of all sounds

Then the elephants trumpeted loud

The most famous gazelle walked onto the stage

And the flamingo turned to the crowd …

“Thank you everyone for joining

We’re so glad you could make it today

Many have come to listen and learn

Welcome predators, welcome prey …

Gazelle, the leopards have all but given up

The hyenas no longer will try

Wild dogs with their numbers even all say

‘We will catch him when warthogs can fly.’”

At this the zebras and wildebeests chuckled

And the crocodiles just had to shrug

One lion was taking the whole thing quite hard

And his pride had to give him a hug

“For much time you’ve made many look silly

Some say you have lived past your years (boooooooo)

Many though say that you are a hero (yayyyyyyyy)

Still more that you have no fears (wowwwwwwww)

But one thing we all can agree on

You tempt fate, then are off like a whip

So now please tell us all, how is it done?” …

The gazelle shrugged and said, “Don’t trip.”