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What a Hippopota-Mess!
What a Hippopota-Mess!
What a Hippopota-Mess!
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What a Hippopota-Mess!

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The poems in this book tell stories of animals and nature, from two sweaty hippos, a smiling lizard and some creepy crawlers to a few tricky dandelions. At the end of each poem, find out more in an interview with a key character or a list of fascinating facts.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 1, 2006
ISBN9781554697755
What a Hippopota-Mess!
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Pat Skene

Pat Skene retired from the world of banking to find her voice. She is an Indigenous author of seven books for children, including What a Hippopota-Mess!, Rhyme Stones and Monster Lunch in the Orca Echo line. Pat is a regular contributor to the Oakville News and is currently working on her memoir. She lives in Oakville, Ontario.

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    What a Hippopota-Mess! - Pat Skene

    What a Hippopota-Mess!

    Now, if you’re like a lot of us

    and think a hippopotamus

    would never make a lot of fuss,

    well, then you would be wrong.

    I saw two hippopotami

    when they were peeking water-high.

    One hippo seemed a friendly guy,

    but not for very long!

    He twitched his hippopota-ear

    and started swimming very near.

    He said, Hey, Bud! Come over here!

    I tried to run away.

    He chased me with his hippo-feet.

    Wait up! he said. My name is Pete!

    And then he dragged me by the seat

    right back into the bay.

    Pete swam the hippopota-stroke.

    He held me in a hippo-choke.

    I gave his meaty ribs a poke.

    He made a grunting noise.

    That’s when Pete’s hippopota-pal

    said, "Hiya, Bud! My name is Sal.

    I’m just a hungry hippo-gal.

    And I eat little boys!"

    She flicked her hippopota-tail

    and saw my face was rather pale.

    Sal’s hippopota-breath was stale.

    She licked me on the

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