Yawning hippopotamus.
Dusty, straddling, split giraffe,
You have stayed too long by half,
Go and take some nice fresh air
With that grim-eyed Polar bear.
“Fish, fish, fish,” your Duty calls
Somewhere else than in these walls,
Flounders, you must go, that’s flat,
With the salmon and the sprat.
Cloud of birds, ascend and fly,