by Emile Victor Rieu
He has opened all his parcels
But the largest and the last;
His hopes are at their highest
And his heart is beating fast.
O Happy Hippopotamus,
What lovely gift is here?
O Little Hippopotamus,
The sorrows of the small!
He dropped two tears to mingle
With the flowing Senegal;
And the “Thank you” that he uttered
Was the saddest ever heard
In the Senegambian jungle
From the mouth of beast or bird.
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