Dann rennt das kleine Nilpferd,
so schnell, so schnell es kann.
Es rennt, es rennt schnell weg
und sucht sich ein Versteck.
Das kleine Nilpferd hat genug
und läuft ins Nilpferdhaus.
Es gähnt: Herrjeh! War das ein Tag!
und knipst die Lampe aus.
[quote] Iris Gruttmann QotD
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