“Beware the Hippadillo, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Toms bird, and shun

The yellow dinosaurs!”

He took his paper sword in hand;

Long time the Hippadillo foe he sought

So rested he by the bubble tree

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in death thought he stood,

The Hippadillo, with eyes of flame,

Came charging through the plastic wood,

And farted from it’s mouth as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The paper blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went back triumphantly.

“And hast thou slain the Hippadillo?

Come to my arms, my gibleishous boy!

O wonderful day! Gibble! Gibble!”

He exploded in his joy.