A bottle of anger,
Bottle of stew.
A bottle for me
And a bottle for you.A bottle of danger,
Bottle of joy.
A bottle to keep,
And then one to destroy.A bottle of stranger,
Bottle of friend.
A bottle to start
And a bottle to end.A bottle of languor,
Bottle of time.
And an elephant.
You can’t put everything in a bottle.
Bene scribete.
Writin' Fish 
You just have to grind the elephants fine enough, they’ll fit. Is that too horrible to say?
Well, I stand corrected – maybe you can fit everything in a bottle. (>^-‘)>
Love the ending – don’t grind up the elephants
It wouldn’t be very polite, would it? (>^-‘)>