The Camels hump is an ugly lump,
Which well you may see at the zoo,
But uglier yet is the hump you 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-warly voice,
We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl,
At our bath and our boots and our toys
And there should be a corner for me,
(And I know that there's 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 or so
And dig till you gently perspire,
And then you woll find that the sun and the wind,
And the Djinn of the Garden too,
Have lifted the hump,
Cameelious hump,
The hump that is black and blue!

Rudyard Kipling-Just So Stories

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