We kayak where lives Hippopotamus,
And hope it isn't submerged, a-bottom us.
With kayak a quite crunchy hard shell --
Us: savory filling that screams and yells, --
We'll be a three-bite river taco to hell.
River Taco [Lyric Poem]
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bloom-laden Cherry
tree attracts no viewers;
the last blossom does.