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ELEPHANTS RARELY GO HIPPETY HOP

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Elephants rarely go hippety hop;

Most certainly, rarely do I.

But what is that peeking from yonder cloud?

What is that up in the sky?

 

And over there, some tiger teeth

There must be fifty or more

And wrapped around them a great big grin

Like a Cheshire. Size XL or more

 

And who is that creature approaching me now?

A  hippo? I think not.

Or an elephant? no,

Of that I am sure

It’s hippety,  hipping and  hop.

 

So that is the end, for now at least

Of this dream in a foreign land

Bring me a drum and a big bassoon

I shall leave with a marching band.

(Won’t you join me? Take my hand.)

WHO NOT WHAT BY ZIPPETY ZOT

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The WHAT of life is found ‘neath the neck.

The WHO resides in the head.

What I want to know by zippety zot

Is Who is this in my bed?

The body’s familiar, it has two legs.

But who’s at the other end?

A woman it seems, she’s not a horse.

So what path down was I led?

This must be a dream, of course that is so.

Another one’s coming and

Off I shall go

I’m going

I’m going

I’m gone.

Goodnight.

 

ELEPHANTS RARELY GO HIPPETY HOP

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Elephants rarely go hippety hop;

Most certainly, rarely do I.

But what is that peeking from yonder cloud?

What is that up in the sky?

 

And over there, some tiger teeth

There must be fifty or more

And wrapped around them a great big grin

Like a Cheshire. Size XL or more

 

And who is that creature approaching me now?

A  hippo? I think not.

Or an elephant? no,

Of that I am sure

It’s hippety,  hipping and  hop.

 

So that is the end, for now at least

Of this dream in a foreign land

Bring me a drum and a big bassoon

I shall leave with a marching band.

(Won’t you join me? Take my hand.)

WHO NOT WHAT BY ZIPPETY ZOT

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The WHAT of life is found ‘neath the neck.

The WHO resides in the head.

What I want to know by zippety zot

Is Who is this in my bed?

The body’s familiar, it has two legs.

But who’s at the other end?

A woman it seems, she’s not a horse.

So what path down was I led?

This must be a dream, of course that is so.

Another one’s coming and

Off I shall go

I’m going

I’m going

I’m gone.

Posted in Dreams, Humor, Poetry.

Posted in Dreams, Poetry|Tagged Dream, what, who, zippety zot.

Who Not What by Zippity Zot

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The WHAT of life is found ‘neath the neck.

The WHO resides in the head.

What I want to know by zippety zot

Is Who is this in my bed?

The body’s familiar, it has two legs.

But who’s at the other end?

A woman it seems, she’s not a horse.

So what path down was I led?

This must be a dream, of course that is so.

Another one’s coming and

Off I shall go

I’m going

I’m going

I’m gone.