I thought I saw a potamus,
Asleep upon a cotamus,
But when I reached the spotamus,
The potamus was notamus.
It must have got monotamous,
Just sleeping on that cotamus—
So, feeling hot-to-trotamus,
It took off like a shotamus!
O naughty notapotamus,
I liked your style alotamus.
In story, song, and thoughtamus
You’re gone, but not forgotamus.