Hippo and the Dodo
The Hippopotamus and the Dodo Bird wanted to paint pictures on the rocks.
They truly loved what humans did and were called pictographs.
Now the Dodo bird was flighty, so much so, that he could not even fly.
But still he took off all day long, FaLaLa’ing... inspiration for to find.
You see, taking care of business was not the Dodo’s normal state of mind…
He went from pictographs, to inspiration, to finally just running all around.
You might say what he worked for, like himself, will never now be found.
Him like his ideas never came close, you see, to getting off the ground.
The Hippo was so different… as different as he can be…
He wanted to do his best so he went to the Prehistoric University.
The University taught him all the finer things of being alive.
It also taught him pictographs and in the water how to survive.
To him learning was evolving as he painted on the finer art of dance…
Now all the hippos learn from this, as babies in the water, they do prance…
Today, the pictographs still remain hidden on the underwater cliffs enhanced.
And with this help… Hippos still become so graceful in their intricate dance.
That even Zoo’s demand their presence and protect them on their land.
The moral to this story is to always do the best you can…
And pay close attention that you do everything very well.
For the Dodo was too flighty to survive even to this day…
But the Hippo is still so very graceful as he dances the day away.
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