There once was a hippo who wanted to fly—
Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-ho.
So he sewed him some wings that could flap through the sky—
Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee-go.
He climbed to the top of a mountain of snow—
Snow-hi-dee, slow-hi-dee, oh-hi-dee-hoo.
With the clouds high above and the sea down below—
Where-hi-dee, there-hi-dee, scare-hi-dee-boo.
And he flipped and he flapped and he bellowed so loud—
Now-hi-dee, loud-hi-dee, proud-hi-dee-poop.
And he sailed like an eagle, off into the clouds—
High-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, bye-hi-dee-boop.
And he leaped like a frog and he fell like a stone—
Stone-hi-dee, lone-hi-dee, own-hi-dee-flop.
And he crashed and he drowned and broke all his bones—
Bones-hi-dee, moans-hi-dee, groans-hi-dee-glop.
He looked up at the sky and looked down at the sea—
Sea-hi-dee, free-hi-dee, whee-hi-dee-way.
And he turned and went home and had cookies and tea—
That’s hi-dee, all hi-dee, I have to say.