he chases me around
despite my pleas
and attempts to flee
his silliness knows no bounds
He's there for me on bad days
and when the days are good
whether I cry or smile or frown
he's always understood
One day I had to leave him
as I left town on a trip
he stood there and watched me go
a trembling in his lips
I never went on home to him
I've yet to travel back
how he fares without me
well, I'm scared to even ask
But some days when I miss him most
his voice it seems to reach me
while I left
I'm not forgotten
my hippo, he is my community.
(That's for you, 1229).
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