The camel is chewing. His head is held high
He chews very slowly and never thinks why
He's biding his time, in a world of his own
Is he thinking of life, of his chewing, or home?
The camel is chewing. He watches us pass
We all stand and watch him regurgitate grass
The landscape is bare, with no flower or tree
I'm not even sure that he isn't a 'she'!
The camel is chewing. I hope she's OK
She's looking quite calm and not eager to play
Whatever the gender, the regal shows through
So I wish this good camel a heartfelt adieu
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