Diane Hine - Hanibal B. lyrics

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Diane Hine - Hanibal B. lyrics

It was round about the third century B.C. In Carthage by the sea, That General Hamilcar Barca's son grew up By the name of Hanibal B. And this boy lived with no other thought Than elephant husbandry. I was a calf and he was a child, In Carthage by the sea, But we loved with a love that was frowned upon by some I and my Hanibal B. With such love, that the elephant god Ganesh Fancied him and me. And this was the reason that in 218 B.C. In Saguntum by the sea, The double-dealing Romans played up, upsetting My sensitive Hanibal B. So that his relatives said, ‘For Baal's sake, let the elephants be! And cross the Alps and sort Rome out For Carthage by the sea'. Ganesh, tiring of affairs on the sub-continent, Trumped up some nasty weather in the Pyrenees- Yes! - that was why my poor boy came down with a sniffle And was a bit weepy, That the soldiers teased him because he was talking through his nose, Chiding, deriding, saying 'Hanibal, you're so twee! ' But our love was more interesting than the love Of those who weren't at all twee- Of many who were ever so twee- And when push came to shove No puny punic soldier draftee Could ever convince me it was droll To mock loving minorities. For I, one-tusked Surus, narrating these reams Of the beautiful Hanibal B. Say, though we shared many rumbles and sighs, There was never any bestiality; And yet all the night-time, I lay by his side Warming my darling- his skin on my hide, In the Alps, encamped past treacherous scree, Inscribed in my heart and my memory.