Hard Rock Print

In the heart of the jungle, where the river winds, Lives a hippo named Hank, with his rock 'n' roll finds, He strums his guitar, with a powerful beat, Creating hard rock that's truly a treat. With massive jaws and a hefty frame, Hank's not what you'd call your typical fame, But when he plucks those strings with a powerful might, The whole jungle grooves to his rockin' delight. His tusks are like drumsticks, pounding the chords, As the rhythm of the river forms rock's mighty words, The animals gather, from far and from wide, To jam to the tunes of the hippo's wild ride. From the birds in the treetops to the lions that roar, All creatures of the wild want to hear more, Hank's hard rock guitar echoes through the night, In the jungle's moonlit, electric light. So remember the hippo who played hard and bold, In a world of his own, with a story untold, For in the heart of the jungle, where dreams take flight, Even a hippo can rock the jungle's night.