The poem
There are lions and roaring tigers, and enormous camels and things, There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons, and a great big bear with wings. There's a sort of a tiny potamus, and a tiny nosserus too - But I gave buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo!
There are badgers and bidgers and bodgers, and a Super-in-tendent's House, There are masses of goats, and a Polar, and different kinds of mouse, And I think there's a sort of a something which is called a wallaboo - But I gave buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo!
If you try to talk to the bison, he never quite understands; You can't shake hands with a mingo - he doesn't like shaking hands. And lions and roaring tigers hate saying, "How do you do?" - But I give buns to the elephant when I go down to the Zoo!