His mouth, when it's open, could swallow a lot of us.
His hide? Half a ton. His girth? Enormous.
But in terms of dining, he's quite the conformist.
With salad for snacks, dinner, luncheon and breakfast.
To switch him to pasta, you'd need an exorcist.
You'll find him in Zambia, Swaziland, Rwanda
Running as fast as your Grandma's old Honda.
And if hippo catches you, here's some advice:
You'd best climb a tree. Jogging hippos aren't nice.
But if you really really really want a hippo, there are some here.
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