Menchi! Menchi! They call through the bars.

No time to reply, to keep up with this farce.

The Poor Hippo stands, all solemn, no smile.

The weight of her years, bares heavy.

"But Daddy, what's wrong?"

The loud children shout.

"Don't worry, my boy,

They'll soon let her out."

But still Menchi stands,

Not moving, at all.

She longs for her river,

The bliss of before.

Forever she'll stay,

As long as they pay.

To see Menchi Stand,

Alone in her Land.

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