Eleven Pipers Piping

Hello to all on the 11th day of Christmas.  Just for fun, here’s part of a Billy Collins poem I just discovered.

Hippos on Holiday

is not really the title of a movie
but if it were I would be sure to see it.
. . . .
I would drink my enormous Coke.
I would be both in my seat
and in the water playing with the hippos,
which is the way it is
with a truly great movie.  

It’s the same way with a truly great book too, don’t you think?  Or sometimes even with a mediocre one . . .