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.
A jutting rock splits the river, diverging streams never wither, but speed around -- smoothly flowing, still gaining speed -- never slowing, until they reach the deeps.