670 RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE
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!
How the Camel Got His Hump.
I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones, "Let us melt into the landscape just us two by our lones." People have come in a carriage calling. But Mummy is
there. . . .
Yes, I can go if you take me Nurse says she don't care.
Let's go up to the pig-styes and sit on the farmyard rails!