Great heftin, lumbrin, yawn-gob beastie,
O, what a weight is in thy tummy
At loll in lakes or on land marshy,
Soakin and sunnin:
Yet I for one could not outpace thee
When ye start runnin! An when you’re in your ain dominion
Beneath the waves an submare swimmin
It’s nae a matter o opinion,
To mark your speed o’,
Gainst any fish or seal you’re winnin,
A sliek torpedo! Great Hippo, like unto a freight train,
Thou Boltst aye faster than doth Usain:
Impeded not a jot by weight-gain
With joyous speed
The best laid diets o’ massy men
Should pay thee heed!