Thanks for the link, Bingley...

And all things do come back, full circle, to the most elegant hippopotamus, don't they? There's no escaping the hippo, no matter how hard we may try to avoid walking in its determined, mud-splattered tracks.

In the beginning was the hippo, the true alphatist; in the end, there will be the hippo, the ultrahippopotemegatist.

Now, see the babyroussa's tusks on the rockabye bough...when that bough breaks, the baby' will fall...

Best regards,
DubDub, cradle and all...