Henry the Hippo, each time you blink your bulging eyes
I find myself dreaming of your demise
I think, when you cough a fine mist of saliva onto me,
"Kill him! Kill him! Answer my plea!"

A small trickle of drool spills over your chin
I disagree that murder is a sin
To snap of your bloodied, pus-filled arm--!
Henry the Hippo, I wish you great harm

I'll have Erika gouge out your eyes
Out of your kidneys I shall make pies
Henry the Hippo, your actions are not kind
When I think of you, Happy Tree Friends comes to mind

Your festering flesh will serve as my throne
Henry the Hippo, you'll die all alone.