Harry Hippopotamus

Harry Hippopotamus
by Helen Cowles LeCron

Now Harry Hippopotamus had
such a heavy tread
That when he ran about the house his
mother often said,
"Good gracious, Harry, softly, please!
Your stamping hurts my head!
Besides, you'll wake the baby, who is
fast asleep in bed!
Why, Harry, one would really think
your feet were made of lead!"

I like to think that long ago a change
was seen in Harry,
And he became as graceful and as
lightsome and as airy
As any meadow butterfly or any
woodland fairy!
Who knows? Perhaps the change has
made his parents glad and merry.
(And yet, an agile hippo would be far
from ordinary!)