Umřel mi slon

                                        a jeho skon

                                        stál milión.

                                                 Rakev jak chata,

                                                 díra jak vrata,

                                                 věnec jak les,

                                                 sám jsem ho nes.

                                                         Dnes mám v očích slzy,

                                                         myš si koupím brzy.