The Hippopotamus Song

Intro: verse 1 A bold hippopotamus was standing one day On the banks of the cool Shalimar He gazed at the bottom as he peacefully lay By the light of the evening star Away on a hilltop sat combing her hair A fair hippopotama maid The hippopotamus was no ignoramus And sang her this sweet serenade 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 glorious mud verse 2 The fair hippopotama he aimed to entice From that seat on the hilltop above. As she hadn't got a ma to give her advice Came tiptoeing down to her love. Like thunder the forest reechoed the sound Of the song that they sang as they met. His inamorata adjusted her garter And lifted her voice in duet. 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 glorious mud verse 3 Then more hippopotami began to convene On the banks of that river so wide. I wonder now what am I to say of the scene That ensued by the Shalimar side. They dived all at once with an ear-splitting Splosh Then rose to the surface again. A regular army of hippopotami All singing this haunting refrain. 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 glorious mud