The Little Mammoth

A mammoth tried and tried yet couldn't smoke
Then one day, he became broke
He couldn't buy any more cigarettes
And then he said he had more than a few regrets
The mammoth lived in boxes and bushes
All because he couldn't afford nice couch cushions
He slept on the curb and some benches
But never could brake the awkward tensions
The tensions of anger and tensions of war
The little mammoth couldn't see anymore
There were no buildings, there were no towers
The townspeople gone, the wilted flowers
Everything was done and everything was said
The little mammoth was left for dead
Now listen kids and listen well
The lesson we are going to tell
Isn't about the smoking or gases
It's about the world, where everyone's asses
They're all greedy, they all hate
Just because of one missed date
Humans you see are something bad
Destroying everything, spreading "sad"
Yet the little mammoth kept on living
All because he was forgiving
He did not die because of smoking
Nor inflammation or even choking
What the poor little mammoth did die of
Was something greater, up above
The little mammoth was broken down
Beaten up and removed his crown
However what the little mammoth did
Was another mammoth kid
This mammoth sinned and did what he pleased
Now he begs on his knees
The little mammoth is no more
And you're next, get on the floor
Beg for mercy on your knees
And maybe you will be able to please
The big man up in the sky above
And fill his cold heart with love
Love for you and all kind
Because he cannot see; he's blind
Blind to all the good there is
Blind because the greed is his
He plagued the humans with the crime
Made the souls do the time
Time for what he did wrong
Only to be heard through this song
Listen up and listen well
Because what I am about to tell
Will not be brought through the years
For no one saw the mammoth's tears
Tears of forgotten souls and lives
Tears for all they did for his crimes
The man in the sky is the one
One who is evil; one to be shunned
Shun him good and shun him well
Because you never know what might tell
What might happen, just next year
For maybe you will be left to tear
Tear for the ones forgotten and dead
For you will be hanging by your head
In the air with no help
Only to cry, only to yelp
Yelp for someone, someone to save
Save you from your fated grave
Yet none will come and you will be
Left alone for eternity