there is a big old elephant
stinking up our family parlor
back here behind closed doors
we all just play make-believe
as if he ain't even really there
not only is he sitting pretty in
the epicenter of proceedings
there's that other crucial matter
of the poo mound piled so high
heaven forbid that any of us
should dare to bare this secret
everyone knows it just ain't done
ours is but to grin and bear it
and never reveal what lingers
in here behind closed doors
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