POEMS by T.S. Eliot (1920).

THE HIPPOPOTAMUS.
(And when this epistle is read among you, cause that it be read and also
in the church of the Laodiceans).

The broad-backed hippopotamus
Rests on his belly in the mud;
Although he seems so firm to us
He is merely flesh and blood.

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