Long ago a friendly Hippo met an awkward Armadillo.
His Horse-river mate bet him 'to race' to the Grand Lido.
'You're on, ' replied the anxious Armadillo, and off they ran.
They rallied 'town excitement' which spread across the land.
Afterwards they had a respect for what the other could do.
They became such curious friends that lasted all year through.
'Say (said the Hippo) , where'd did you ever get such Armour? '
'Love is an Armour where I'm from, protects from a charmer.'
Mr. Armadillo was grateful for a mate to travel alongside.
While Mr. Hippo had a huge-mouth he was a friendly guide.
Respectfully they walked, talking until the evening sunset.
Who would guess, unlikely mates might be nary a threat?
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