She was raised in the wild, with dust on her skin

But the herd was too noisy, too many voices within

They meant well, of course, but they never stopped the talk

She just wanted silence and a view of the park

They said, “You’re an elephant! You need space to roam!”

But she dreamed of a corner place she could call home

With windows that open and a breeze that’s just right

And a little café downstairs that stays open at night

So she called up Spousal Support, a haven for the wild

They said, “We got a corner flat, and the landlord’s mild”

“There’s a view of the fountain and a bench for your tea

And a neighbor who plays cello in apartment 3B”

“It’s a secret service, no one’s gonna know

Just dial our number, where the wildflowers grow”

She said, “I’ll be quiet, I’ll water the plants

I’ll help with the building, I’m good with my stance

I’ll carry the groceries, I’ll fix the front gate

I just want a place where I can meditate”

They said, “We got a spot near the park with a breeze

And a caretaker who’s gentle and loves herbal teas

He’s been looking for help with repairs and the mail

And he’d love an elephant with a calm, steady tail”

She called up Spousal Support, a haven for the wild

They said, “We got a corner flat, and the landlord’s mild”

“There’s a rooftop garden and a quiet little nook

And a lady who’ll teach you to read her favorite book”

“It’s a secret service, no one’s gonna know

Just dial our number, where the wildflowers grow”

Now she watches the joggers and the kids in the park

She waves from her window as the day turns to dark

She hums to herself and brews jasmine tea

And the cello from 3B plays in harmony

So if you’re a wild one, feeling misunderstood

We got a place for you, deep in the woods

Just a little spousal support...

(For the wild kind)