Hippopotamus
by W. Wayne Lin

A lore or a myth?
A jealous hare set a fire,
burned off my long body hair.
I jumped, immersed in the mire.

Submerged in the summer marsh,
I can surface and run to kill.
Three minutes per mile
makes everyone chill.

In the zoo, I am a double bass
rock star. With my grunt and bellow,
I stage with tortoise and fake
as a jolly good fellow.

They say I am oafish,
clumsy and crude.
What a rude rumor,
as I am very shrewd.



 

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