i sit down in my best suit
and tap my shiny shoes (tip toe)
waiter, please
(he rolls with speed)
may i get your finest hippo?

of course, he says, such a delicacy
would you like a flank, an ear?
that's all right, i tell his wheels,
i'll take it all, no sear

i wait and tap my silver spoon,
there's not much more to say
it's half past five when she walks in,
alive,
a hippo who's elephantine.

we sit and dine with silver spoons,
she orders some fresh porridge pie
we talk about the jargon and jibble,
turns out that she's a little bit shy
(surprise!)

       the waiter was right,
       she eats with great delicacy,
       napkin a-lap and china a-quiet!

that's about it,
we split the bill and leave,
i tip my hat and she prances away
i walk down the path with no general aim,
maybe a goose will honk and hooray.