Ode to the Booda-Hippo:

Booda-Hippo, how I love thee.

I throw thee in the air, joyously.

I guard thee jealously.

I hold thee in my mowf, because you fit there.

I talk funny when I do.

(heh)

Oh, Let me count the ways I love thee, Booda-Hippo...

1- You are so terrycloth soft and greenishly coloured.

Wait, that's two.

3- You are so tasty.

4- You get prickly when my drool drieth on thee.

Uhm... what comes after four? I forget.

My people don't understand my sudden LOVE of Booda-Hippo. They are confused. They are sad. They are lost without Booda-Hippos of their own.

Too bad for them!

I growl if anyone reaches for my Booda-Hippo.

You needn't concern yourself though- I will share... I will come sit beside you, and push it against your hand to say, 'Look what I have! isn't it the bee's knees??'

But I will keep a good hold on it, even when you touch it.

If you should throw Booda-Hippo, my ears will go STRAIGHT UP- EEK! Booda-Hippo!!

I will rescue it.

Alone, I will leap into action, to Rescue Booda-Hippo from the ravages of a lonesome life, laying on the carpet. I alone *covet* Booda-Hippo properly.

None can yodel their love for you, as I can.

I roll you around the floor, mouthing you. *mouwf*mouwf*

I 'sing' to you... not-so-quiet little sounds... You say it would be cute, if I were a poodle... but no- I am more than five dog-food-bags full worth of Rottweiler, and I make these sounds to speak my love to you, my beloved Booda-Hippo... and my people /stare/!

They do not understand, the depth of my joy for you. The strength of my love... I must yodel it. I must make it be known.

You... are the beloved Booda-Hippo... and I love thee.

*sigh of happiness*

Big Bertha