All I Want Is Hippopotamus

Some want fortune
Some want fame
But no one ever wants
Hippopotamus.

Boiled, fried,
Flaked and baked
Very versatile: the kindly
Hippopotamus.

Stewed, broiled,
Simmering on a pan
So many ways to enjoy
Hippopotamus.

It's not expensive
Only heavy
The perfect purchase:
Hippopotamus.

Billions of dollars?
A life on Mars?
Not as tasty as
Hippopotamus.

Auntie Margaret
You asked me
What I wanted
For my birthday.

I want a pony.

The End

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