Walking around, I saw the hippocampus,

Where hippos study and learn.

Where they learn to wiggle their ears,

Where their teachers are very stern.

A hippo has to learn how to breathe underwater,

How to be free from water-related fears,

Which plants to ignore and which ones to slaughter

And when to wiggle one’s cute ears.

They have tests on cuisine and how to float,

How to put the fear of Hippo into people on piers.

How to interpret what earlier hippo poets wrote.

The final exam is on the wiggliness of their ears.

After passing, they celebrate in a hippo-sized pool

By swimming whilst roaring loud cheers.

Graduating, they say goodbye to their school,

In a row by wiggling their ears.


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