Night Before New Years

Twas the night before New Years
And all through the house
Not a creature was sleeping, not even a mouse
The bottles were stacked by the chimney with care
In hopes Uncle Louie soon would be there.
Mama with her highball and I with my gin
Had just settled down to help the new year in
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I staggered from my chair to see what was the matter
I dashed to the window and threw up the sash
Down came the window, oh, what a crash
One drink then another and still more to go
Gave a queer look to the objects below
When what to my wondering eyes did appear
But a herd of pink elephants all drinking beer


This poem is from a very distance memory. My mom had carried it in her wallet for years and alas, I have forgotten the ending of it... if anyone out there knows the origin or knows the end, please, e-mail me. It was written over 50 years ago.