The Camelopard

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Title:     The Camelopard
Author: Hilaire Belloc [More Titles by Belloc]

The Camelopard, it is said
By travellers (who never lie),
He cannot stretch out straight in bed
Because he is so high.

The clouds surround his lofty head,
His hornlets touch the sky.
How shall I hunt this quadruped?
I cannot tell! Not I!

(A picture of how people try
And fail to hit that head so high.)
I'll buy a little parachute
(A common parachute with wings),
I'll fill it full of arrowroot
And other necessary things,
And I will slay this fearful brute
With stones and sticks and guns and slings.

(A picture of how people shoot
With comfort from a parachute.)

[The end]
Hilaire Belloc's poem: The Camelopard

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