I shoot the Hippopotamus
With bullets made of platinum,
Because if I use leaden ones
His hide is sure to flatten 'em.

(C) Hilaire Belloc
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Hilaire Belloc

• Juliet
• The Dromedary
• Henry King
• Song
• Jim
• Heretics All
• The Big Baboon
• Algernon
• The Gnu
• Fatigue
• Time Cures All
• The Elm
• An Author-s Hope
• Lord Lundy
• Hildebrand
• The Mirror
• Courtesy
• Habitations
• Epitah On The Politician Himself
• The World Is Full Of Double Beds
• The Llama