In the African Province of KwaZulu-Natal Lived the Elephant Whisperer. An ordinary man with a passion to help A troubled rogue pachyderm herd.

People cried out in the village nearby, The herd's damage was over the top Somebody had to do something soon, Something to make it stop.

So he’d Stomp His big foot on the ground He’d stomp No one was around. He'd find a way to break through, Help them to find a way home.

He met them with kindness, patience and love, Exactly like his family, He knew all the trauma they had been through, Why they were scared and angry.

With words and with gestures he would talk to them ’til A gentle brush of his hand Connected with Nana, the herd matriarch. She helped the rest understand.

And they Stomped In joy and in fun They stomped Out under the sun, On the preserve they knew they were safe. Tula Tula was truly their home.

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The paper read on the second of March That Lawrence Anthony'd died. It’s not hard to believe, on that day of days, Even grown elephants cried.

Somehow they knew, though miles away, That Lawrence, their keeper and friend, Was no longer at Tula Tula Preserve Time together had come to an end.

So they Stomped The time now had come They Stomped Until every one Gathered together, from far and wide To meet for the journey back home.

Twenty miles they traveled, through day and through night, From all corners of the preserve. His grown son awoke to an astonishing sight, There all of the elephants were.

In ones and in twos, and in Family groups, They silently stood and they mourned, For two days they stood in love and respect, Then turned and left in accord.

Now they Stomp, Each year to the day They Stomp Send the signal to say, It’s time once again to honor our friend, To meet for the journey back home To meet for the journey back home