The Hippopotamus |
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Words and Music by :
Michael Flanders & Donald Swann Arranged and adapted by: Publisher: |
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Lyrics: A bold hippopotamus was standing one day, On the banks of the cool Shalimar. He gazed at the bottom as it peacefully lay By the light of the evening star. Away on a hilltop, sat brushing her hair His fair hippopotamine maid. The hippopotamus was no ignoramus And sang her this sweet serenade. Mud, mud, glorious mud, Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood. So follow me, follow, down to the hollow And there let us wallow in glorious mud. The fair hippopotama he aimed to entice From that seat on the hilltop above. As she hadn't got a ma to give her advice Came tiptoeing down to her love. Like thunder the forest reechoed the sound Of the song that they sang as they met. His inamorata adjusted her garter And lifted her voice in duet. Mud, mud, glorious mud, 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 On the banks of that river so wide. I wonder now what am I to say of the scene That ensued by the Shalimar side. They all dived at once with an ear-splitting "Splosh" Then rose to the surface again. A regular army of hippopotami All singing this haunting refrain. Mud, mud, glorious mud, Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood. So follow me, follow, down to the hollow And there let us wallow in glorious mud. |
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