– Bridge Over Troubled Water –
Simon & Garfunkel, 1970

When you're weary,     feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes, i will dry them all.
I'm on your side, when times get rough
And friends just can't be found,
Like a bridge over troubled wa-ter
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled wa-ter
I will lay me down.

When you're down and out,
When you're on the street,
When eve-ning falls so hard I will comfort you.
I'll take your part    when darkness comes
And pain is all a-round,
Like a bridge over troubled wa-ter
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.

Sail on silvergirl,     Sail on by.
Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.
See how they shine . . If you need a friend
I'm sailing right be-hind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.

– The Hippopotamus Song –
Flanders and Swann

A bold hippopotamus was standing one day
On the banks of the cool Shalimar
He gazed at the bottom as he peacefully lay
By the light of the evening star
Away on the hilltop sat combing her hair
His fair hippopotami maid
The hippopotamus was no ignoramus
And sang her this sweet serenade

Chorus:
Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in glo . . . . rious mud

The fair hippopotama he aimed to entice
From her seat on that hilltop above
As she hadn't got a ma to give her advice
Came tiptoeing down to her love
Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound
Of the song that they sang as they met
His inamorata adjusted her garter
And lifted her voice in duet

Now more hippopotami began to convene
On the banks of that river so wide
I wonder now what am I to say of the scene
That ensued by the Shalimar side
They dived all at once with an ear-splitting splosh
Then rose to the surface again
A regular army of hippopotami
All singing this haunting refrain
Swingin' Shepherd Blues
Words & Music by Rhoda Roberts, Kenny Jacobson & Moe Koffman
Rec by Moe Koffman, 1957

Along a  mountain pass
There is a patch of grass
Where the swingin' shepherd plays a tune;
His sheep never stray,
Dancin' all day
Until they see the pale and yellow moon,
And then he leads  his  flock
And homeward they all rock
To the tune of the swingin' shepherd blues.

Come home, shep - herd,
Play those haunt - ing trills;
Come   home,  shep - herd
Let it ech - o through the hills,
The swing - in' shep - herd       blues.

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(Extra verse:)
The amorous hippopotamus whose love song we know
Is now married and father of ten,
He murmurs, "God rot 'em!" as he watches them grow,
And he longs to be single again!
He'll gambol no more on the banks of the Nile,
Which Nasser is flooding next spring,
With hippopotamas in silken pyjamas
No more will he teach them to sing...