• There once was a mammoth named Sinbad
• who was widely known as a windbag.
• He was long in the tusk
• and considered quite brusque
• when teased ’bout his grandiose chin sag.

• So, he kept to himself on the prairie
• to guess why his jaw was so hairy.
• “Was it something I ate
• that led to my fate?
• ‘Cause it seems I’m allergic to dairy.”

• A doctor along with his daughter
• advised him to drink lots of water.
• But Sinbad resisted.
• His logic was twisted.
• He thought that it wasn’t their matter.

• Yet, he’d heard of a new place to drink.
• T’was a cave that had started to sink.
• The stone from the ceiling
• gave way, soon revealing
• a wellspring laid out at the brink.

• The water’s not easily reached.
• A gap in the rock caused a breach.
• With footing uneven,
• it stands to good reason
• why Sinbad dove onto the beach.

• His body got stuck in the sand.
• How he struggled to gain back command.
• But the water was rising,
• And not unsurprising
• why Sinbad could no longer stand.

• Then 26,000 years pass,
• making way for some homes with green grass.
• But the fossil-rich soil
• caused business to spoil,
• when bones were discovered en masse.

• A paleontologist named Wade,
• was using the tools of the trade.
• He dug at the spot
• that time had forgot,
• unearthing where Sinbad had laid.

• Wade carefully brushed away dirt.
• so brittle bones wouldn’t get hurt.
• For lo and behold,
• he found something old.
• And now Sinbad lives on a T-shirt.

Feature photograph is a fossilized mammoth footprint.