What makes this beast so reconciled
To be the friend of every child?
Why, ’tis because his trunk is packed
With IVORY SOAP, and he’ll not act
As once he did in Timbuctoo
When ivory tusks (not soap) he grew;
For now he’s clean, he’s tame and kind.
The moral is not hard to find—
He holds it in his trunk up-curled:
‘Tis IVORY SOAP, for all the world.