"The Hornbill" – a realistic photo

A walking hill,

A few cheerful elves,

Reddish grasslands,

Refreshing wind.

Crocodile fish slipped into the pond,

The lion hid in the bushes,

Behind the sharp corners,

You have little breasts.

The rhino shook its ears,

And you sang.

The rhino wags its tail,

You are busy licking the blood of your wounds.

But, one day

This huge body fell down violently,

Turned into a feast for hyenas and vultures,

You leave silently,

Look for the next figure to settle down.