The Bailout...

The frogs, too, had now been wed,
After the dogs and donkeys and cows;
There wasn't a prayer left unsaid,
Worry tilled deeper atop the brows.

Yet, they danced, chanted, sang,
They did demand, they did beseech;
For all the rataplan and clang,
They got not a drop of water each.

His eyes were shut to the sight,
Even as devotion was being proved;
What he received from each rite,
He relished, yet remained unmoved.

Then, his realm sank by a yard,
And two, and swiftly by half a mile;
He summoned the nearest guard,
Commanded him to ready his pet file.

The sun had reined in every ray,
And dusk oozed a dreadful dark dye;
Unable to see much of the lay,
His pets refused to walk the sky.

He patted them, and implored,
Irate, at last, hurled a bolt at their feet;
At once, they ran for the ford,
With the darkness, briefly, incomplete.

Each with water in its trunk,
They trampled, aided by bolt upon bolt;
Jostling, in clunk after clunk,  
Mammoths bailed the sky, evading a jolt.