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THE Camel’s hump

THE Camel’s hump is an ugly lump
Which well you may see at the Zoo;
But uglier yet is the hump we get
From having too little to do.

Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo,
If we haven’t enough to do-oo-oo,
We get the hump
Cameelious hump
The hump that is black and blue!

We climb out of bed with a frouzly head
And a snarly-yarly voice.
We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl
At our bath and our boots and our toys;

And there ought to be a corner for me
(And I know there is one for you)
When we get the hump
Cameelious hump
The hump that is black and blue!

The cure for this ill is not to sit still,
Or frowst with a book by the fire;
But to take a large hoe and a shovel also,
And dig till you gently perspire;

And then you will find that the sun and the wind.
And the Djinn of the Garden too,
Have lifted the hump
The horrible hump
The hump that is black and blue!

I get it as well as you-oo-oo
If I haven’t enough to do-oo-oo
We all get hump
Cameelious hump
Kiddies and grown-ups too!


February 1, 2011 at 6:23 pm Leave a comment


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February 1, 2011 at 6:14 pm Leave a comment

This Uninhabited Island

by Rudyard Kipling

This uninhabited island
Is near Cape Gardafui:
But it’s hot – too hot – off Suez
For the likes of you and me.
Ever tp go in a P. & O.
To call on the Cake Parsee.

From JUST SO STORIES: How the Rhinoceros got his Skin

July 19, 2010 at 2:34 pm Leave a comment

When the cabin port-holes are dark and green…

by Rudyard Kipling

WHEN the cabin port-holes are dark and green
Because of the seas outside;
When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between)
And the steward falls into the soup-tureen,
And the trunks begin to slide;
When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap,
And Mummy tells you to let her sleep,
And you aren’t waked or washed or dressed,
Why, then you will know (if you haven’t guessed)
You’re “Fifty North and Forty West!

From JUST SO STORIES: How the Whale got his Throat

July 19, 2010 at 2:12 pm Leave a comment

The Cat that walked by Himself

by Rudyard Kipling

PUSSY can sit by the fire and sing,
Pussy can climb a tree,
Or play with a silly old cork and string
To’muse herself, not me.
But I like Binkie my dog, because
He knows how to behave;
So, Binkie’s the same as the First Friend was,
And I am the Man in the Cave.

Pussy will play man-Friday till
It’s time to wet her paw
And make her walk on the window-sill
(For the footprint Crusoe saw);
Then she fluffles her tail and mews,
And scratches and won’t attend.
But Binkie will play whatever I choose,
And he is my true First Friend.

Pussy will rub my knees with her head
Pretending she loves me hard;
But the very minute I go to my bed
Pussy runs out in the yard,
And there she stays till the morning-light;
So I know it is only pretend;
But Binkie, he snores at my feet all night,
And he is my Firstest Friend!

From JUST SO STORIES: The Cat that Walked by Himself

May 18, 2010 at 10:37 am Leave a comment