The Majestic and Wonderful Fred

He came on an elephant astride.
To dismount, down its trunk he did slide.
Why he was there or where he came from --
These questions through our small crowd did hum.

With a flourish of his golden cape,
On the beast’s side he lowered a drape.
The letters glistened and there read,
“The Majestic and Wonderful Fred”

We laughed a bit and politely clapped
As his wand from some silks was unwrapped.
He spoke not a word as he prepared --
A hush settled on us as we stared.

Next a table he pulled from a sack
Which had floated down from his ride’s back.
Out came a chair and napkin and plate --
Then milk he drank and a snack he ate.

Smacking his lips, he packed all back in.
Wand wave to put the sack in its bin.
The curtain rerolled up the beast’s side
And the wand into its silk to hide.

Fred reached up and the trunk came down.
The elephant picked him off the ground.
Again astride his enormous steed,
He strolled away with no show of speed.