A young friendly hippopotamus
lived by the river, across from us
Then one day five hunters came
Looking to shoot big easy game.
They put five bullets in his head
And now our friendly hippos dead
They should bow heads in shame
The lodge will never be the same.
To kill that beast a heinous crime
They should do some prison time
The rangers came arrested three
But two hunters escaped scot free
They ran into the bush to hide
Walked straight into a lion pride
They paid a price, they did offend
'Cos Karma got them in the end.
Written 11th November 2020.
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2020
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