How the Camel Got His Hump (poem)

by Rudyard Kipling

　　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!