Lois Toureen (pbwriter) wrote,
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25 Days of Christmas -- hosted by picturebookwriter

I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas


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I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
Don't want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy


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I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
I don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won't have to use our dirty chimney flue
Just bring him through the front door,
that's the easy thing to do


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I can see me now on Christmas morning,
creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise
when I open up my eyes
to see a hippo hero standing there

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I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too

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Mom says the hippo would eat me up, but then
Teacher says a hippo is a vegeterian

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There's lots of room for him in our two-car garage
I'd feed him there and wash him there and give him his massage

bargreen_bow.gif (2733 bytes)

I can see me now on Christmas morning,
creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise
when I open up my eyes
to see a hippo hero standing there

bargreen_bow.gif (2733 bytes)

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles or rhinoceroseses
I only like hippopotamuseses
And hippopotamuses like me too!


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