Horace the hippo.
No grace,
Just an ugly face.
He stands there
Looking fat
And that.
And there is here.
They have no fear
I message
I could send
'I just want to be your friend'
As being wooden
I don't want to be tooken.
For me would be dire
To be put on the fire.
I just want to be your unbending friend.....
Don't take any wooden nickles and you won't be tooken with a token.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poor Horace, just wanting to be our friend. I know he's in here somewhere (the boat, I mean) but terrified as he is he can't be found..... Must read No.2 now... Fran xxx