The Druids and the Elephants

Sober the druid orders arrive,
Yellow mist ascends, it's negotiated passage whispers among the democracy.
Xylophone music tinkles and plumbs,
Yelling a high priest dashes clumsy along the way, the druid orders fixate
"Livid elephants are gathering!" he cries,
Too late his anouncement, for unanimously the elephants stomp upon the scene.