In the river where the waters flow,
Lives a hippo named Hank, don't you know?
With a yawn so big, and a sleepy sigh,
He's the yawning hippo, under the sky.
The yawning hippo, with his mouth so wide,
In the sleepy river, he'll gently glide.
With a yawn and a stretch, he'll start to snore,
The yawning hippo, forevermore.
He'll yawn and he'll yawn, with a mighty roar,
Stretching his jaws, from shore to shore.
With droopy eyes and a heavy head,
He'll find a spot, in his river bed.
The yawning hippo, with his mouth so wide,
In the sleepy river, he'll gently glide.
With a yawn and a stretch, he'll start to snore,
The yawning hippo, forevermore.