Waitin’ in line, stomach’s rumblin’, feelin’ dire,
Hippo in the queue, hunger burnin’ like a fire,
Eyein’ that salad, greens stacked high,
Imaginin’ the crunch, can’t let this pass by.

People in front, yappin’ ’bout their day,
Holdin’ up the line, got nothin’ to say,
I’m here for the lettuce, not the small talk,
Gonna stampede through if they don’t walk the walk.

Humans think it’s funny, big ol’ hippo in line,
But they don’t get the struggle, it’s mealtime, not a crime,
Standin’ here patiently, but inside I’m screamin’,
Just gimme my salad, it’s all that I’m dreamin’.

Funny how they act, like they’re the only ones who eat,
While I’m starin’ at the greens, dreamin’ ’bout that treat,
Hunger’s no joke, it’s a daily grind,
Big hippo needs his greens, gotta ease my mind.