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The Hippopotamus Song
A bold hippopotamus was standing one day,
On the banks of the cool Shalimar.
He stared at the bottom as it peacefully lay,
By the light of the evening star.
On a hill-top above, sat combing her hair,
His fair hippopotami maid.
The hippopotamus was no ignoramus,
And sang her this sweet seranade.
CHORUS (males sing falsetto second time)
Mud, mud, glorious mud,
There's nothing quite like it
For cooling the blood.
So follow-me-follow,
Down to the hollow,
And there let us wallow in glor-ious mud.
The fair hippopotoma he aimed to entice,
From her seat on that hill-top above,
As she hadn't got a ma to give her advice,
Went tip-toeing down to her love.
Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound
Of the song that they sang as they met.
His inamourata, adjusted her garter,
And lifted her voice in duet.
The bold hippopotami began to convene,
On the banks of that river so wide.
I wonder now what I am I to say of the scene,
Which ensued by the Shalimar's side.
They dived all at once, with an ear-splitting splosh,
And rose to the surface again.
A regular army of hippopotami,
All singing this rousing refrain...
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