I cannot but deny
The magic in the sky
The day I saw a pink Hippo fly

I rubbed my eyes
not once, not twice
but certainly more than thrice


Defiant he flew of gravity
Despite his obvious obesity
He sailed forth with gaiety

He wore a party hat
He was not on a flying mat
But seemed ready for a chat

It was no spoof
The story was fool proof
Invited he was to a party on the roof

I cannot but deny
The magic in the sky
The day I saw a Hippo fly