Oh, Henry the Hippo, 'tis you I detest
Oh, Henry the Hippo, you incur wrath at best
Your reek of revulsion is the cause of your fame
I have no wish to participate in your idiot game!

I abhor you to an obscene degree
If only you had an ounce of dignity!
You strike a pose, as if you're so wise,
I internally weep and just close my eyes

Oh, Henry the Hippo, 'tis you I despise
Every time I look at you a small part of me dies
Your flesh is shedding the corpses of lice
How I wish to give your throat a vehement slice!

Once every drop of your blood has been bled
I'll shriek with pure joy, for the Hippo is dead.