The Camel's hump is an ugly lump <br />Which well you may see at the Zoo; <br />But uglier yet is the hump we get <br />From having too little to do. <br /> <br />Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo, <br />If we haven't enough to do-oo-oo, <br />We get the hump-- <br />Cameelious hump-- <br />The hump that is black and blue! <br /> <br />We climb out of bed with a frouzly head, <br />And a snarly-yarly voice. <br />We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl <br />At our bath and our boots and our toys; <br /> <br />And there ought to be a corner for me <br />(And I know' there is one for you) <br />When we get the hump-- <br />Cameelious hump-- <br />The hump that is black and blue! <br /> <br />The cure for this ill is not to sit still, <br />Or frowst with a book by the fire; <br />But to take a large hoe and a shovel also, <br />And dig till you gently perspire; <br /> <br />And then you will find that the sun and the wind, <br />And the Djinn of the Garden too, <br />Have lifted the hump-- <br />The horrible hump-- <br />The hump that is black and blue! <br /> <br />I get it as well as you-oo-oo-- <br />If I haven't enough to do-oo-oo! <br />We all get hump-- <br />Cameelious hump-- <br />Kiddies and grown-ups too!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-the-camel-got-his-hump/
