The amorous hippopotamus whose love song we know

Is now married and father of ten.

He murmurs "God rot 'em!" as he watches them grow,

And he longs to be single again.

He'll gambol no more by the banks of the Nile

(Which Nasser is flooding next spring).

With hippopoTAmas in silken pajamas,

No more will he teach them to sing:

Mud, mud, glorious mud,... -- Michael Flanders (music by Donald Swann)

--- Joe Fineman    joe_f@verizon.net

||: Where reasons are no reason, cause is true. ||