A hippo named Horace
One day
Ran away
For his own space
That was a safe
Wooden hippo place.

He would have got burnt
But now I can't.
He's decanted.

Now can't be counted.

One day I'll find that
Horace the hippo....

Or I'll eat my hat
And heat my boat...

When on my fire he'll go....

George BernardBloodyShaw

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