Hot Tuna and a Hippopotamus

It’s Ash Wednesday. Over breakfast, my children looked blankly at me as I attempted to explain to my children why people impose ashes on their heads. “Can we just get to Easter?” said one, looking for the pot of gold at the start of the rainbow.
In honor of which, I offer this link to Hot Tuna performing Keep Your Lamps Trimmed and Burning. I also offer someone singing a rendition of T.S. Eliot’s The Hippopotamus (in which the hippo, though merely flesh and blood, among the saints shall be seen performing on a harp of gold).

Not sure why I can’t get the embed feature to work this a.m., but I can’t.