Harry the Hippopotamus,
thought to himself one day.
I need a change of scenery,
so I will move away.
So up he got and slow did trot,
toward the setting sun.
Whistling a tune beneath the moon,
he thought this will be fun.
He left his land via burning sand,
where camels loved to roam.
But could not shake this inner ache,
that spoke to him of home.
No shade for him nor chance to swim,
no wallowing in mud.
No fruit to eat so soft and sweet
with friends within the wood.
He stood to think as skies turned pink,
and scented breezes blew.
Shaking his head, he loudly said,
my home I'm missing you.
He turned around and there he found,
no footsteps to be seen.
Alas, alack, there's no way back,
oh what a fool I've been.
I had it all at beck and call,
now all I have is sand.
Now what I need are friends indeed,
to lend a helping hand.
I know he said, I need to head,
to where the sun will rise.
So off he set full of regret,
the sunlight in his eyes.
I'm there he cried as home he spied,
and all his friends at play.
So glad to see, him home safely
after his holiday.