Now the bold
Hippopotamus
was standing one day
By the banks of the cool Shalimar
He gazed at the bottom as it peacefully lay
By the light of the evening star
While high on a hilltop sat combing her hair
His fair Hippopotami maid
This Hippopotamus was no ignoramus
And sang her this sweet serenade
Mud, mud, glorious mud
There's nothing quite like it
for cooling the blood
So follow me,
follow down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in
glorious mud.
Now the fair hippopotama
he meant to entice
From her seat on the hilltop above.
As she had not got a ma
to give her advice
She came tiptoeing down to her love.
Like thunder, the forestry echoed the sound
of the song that they sang as they met.
His enamorata adjusted her gata
and lifted her voice in duet.
Mud, mud, glorious mud,
there's nothing quite like it
for cooling the blood.
So follow me, follow, down to the hollow,
and there let us wallow in
glorious mud.
Then more hippopotami
began to convene,
by the banks of that river so wide.
Now, I wonder what am I to say of the scene,
that ensued by the Shalimar side.
They dived all at once
with an ear -splitting splosh
And rose to the surface again
A regular army of hippopotami
All chanting this haunting refrain
Mud, mud, glorious mud
There's nothing quite like it
for cooling the blood
So follow me, follow,
down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in
glori ous mud