Alice and the Baby Hippo
Alice once mounted a hippo one day,
Who’d lost his way in a puddle of clay.
He huffed and he snorted and splashed with delight,
While Alice held on with all of her might.
“Faster!” she cried, “to the edge of the sky!”
The hippo just winked with a mud-sparkled eye.
They galloped through rushes and lilies and foam,
Quite certain they’d never find their way home.
Through puddles of puddings and rivers of tea,
They splashed past a fish who was trimming a tree.
A frog waved his bonnet, a duck tipped his hat,
And a snail cried, “Good gracious! She’s riding on that?”
The hippo just chuckled, “I’m only a tot,
But galloping’s easy when you’ve learned the trot.”
And off they went bouncing, through dream upon dream,
Till Alice awoke by a murmuring stream.
Her dress was still damp, her shoes full of sand,
And she whispered, “Next time I shall learn how to land!”
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