Don�t let a hippo roller-blade,
unless you love, an escapade.
I tried it once and stood aghast,
as I watched my hippo, go blazing past.
Down a hill, at breakneck speed,
I tried my best, to intercede.
My mission failed, it was no use,
my hippo still, was on the loose.
He jumped a curb crashed through a fence.
the hole he left was quite immense.
He continued on, through the yard,
wound up, on Sunset Boulevard.
The hill was steep. The light was red.
He closed his eyes in fear and dread.
A car horn blew, but he slipped by.
If this keeps up he just might cry.
Then all at once he spied a pool,
its clear blue water looked fresh and cool.
A giant splash, one huge wave,
at last my hippo was finally saved.