I Am a Camel, it said Snarling at Her
I am a Camel, it said snarling at her,
A very old camel; you can tell by my fur,
My teeth and manner give also a hint,
And the hump on my back gives more than a hint.
I can see by your hump, said Alice – I do,
And also your teeth and manner; it’s true,
The look on your face has me all in affray,
Groaning and snarling, in such a way.
Still snarling at Alice, the Camel replied,
You’d never believe me; you’d think I had lied,
If the look on my face was gone; it’s a fact,
No one would listen or look at this chap.
Without offering Alice a chance to reply,
The Camel went on with his horrible lie,
Creeping closer and closer, until ever so near,
He suddenly pounced and bit off her ear.
Feeling the hurt and the blood running down,
Alice said, I was such a clown,
To have listened at all to a Camel like you,
Smelling of sweat and stinking like poo.