Old Waterhog Poem by Svenili Hughes

Once there was an old waterhog
he had no home so he sat on a log
near the river witch was flowing to town
then he saw a young beaver was going to drown
He jumped into the water and swam to the beaver
Who was drowning because he had a bad fever
He saved the beaver and everyone clapped
And the publicity that waterhog lapped
So now he is living with the beaver he saved
Right next to the rivers water that he braved