A hippopotamus on our roof

When I was little, I had a book called "There's A Hippopotamus On Our Roof Eating Cake". I still have that book, of course, although I can read it for myself these days. :p


"Our roof leaks.
Drip!
Drip!
Drip!

My Daddy says there's a hole in our roof.
I know why there's a hole.
There's a hippopotamus on our roof eating cake."


"Last night, the hippopotamus told me something.
He's got a sore knee too.
There's a hippopotamus on our roof with a bandage on his knee."


"There's a hippopotamus on our roof riding a bike.
I've got a bike.
Mummy won't let me ride on the road.
There are cars on the road.
There are no cars on the roof.
He can ride anywhere.
I know he can.
There's a hippopotamus on our roof riding a bike."