Текст песни Hippo Encore - Flanders , Swann

The amorous Hippopotamus whose love song we know
Is now married, and father of ten
He murmurs "God rot 'em!" As he watches them grow
And he longs to be single again
He'll gambol no more on the banks of the Nile
Which Nasser is flooding next spring
With hippopotamas in silken pyjamas
No more will he teach them to sing:
Mud, mud, glorious mud!
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me, follow
Down to the hollow
And there let us wallow
In glorious mud!