instead it had giraffes,
and when I’d hit the Serengeti
hippos there would laugh.
They’d snort their noses,
twirl their tails,
and then they’d eat some grass.
They’d lift their tails
and blow one out,
and then they’d take a bath.
But when the grass grew very high
the hippos down below
with their short legs and short fat necks
didn’t know which way to go.
They were blind down in the grass
unlike me in the driver’s seat
of my car that had no wheels,
but instead giraffes.
The hippos could not find their way.
They could not find a path
to the water on the other side.
Now it was my turn to laugh.
The hippos with their dirty tails
could not take a bath.
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