H is for Hippopotamus.
If you desire a pet,
He is, it really seems to us,
The best that you can get.
Train him to follow at your heels
Whene’er you walk abroad,
And note with what delighted squeals
The lookers-on applaud!
I is for Ibex. This fine creature
Is favored well in form and feature.
And I is for Ichneumon, too—
But what is that to me or you?
But Ibex answers just as well,
And isn’t near so hard to spell.
J stands for Jay. This little fellow
Is blue. Sometimes I think
I’d like him better were he yellow,
Or even reddish pink.
I know, of course, it is absurd
To mind the color of a bird;
And, now I think of it, I’ve seen
Some Jays that were exceeding green.
K stands for Kangaroo. I’ve looked all round:
A better beast for K cannot be found.
The Kangaroo can hop and hop and hop;
Somehow he never seems to want to stop.
What more could one desire of him, I pray,
Than just to hop around and stand for K?
