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Children's Poems
by Margo Fallis
I Hate being a Camel

I Hate being a Camel

Four camels lived in the desert so hot

And three were quite happy to be there.

They enjoyed the heat, the sand and times forgot,

And they liked having fleas in their hair.

But one camel didn’t like living in the sand,

He’d rather live near a tropical beach.

He wanted to fish and play drums in a band,

Or find a quiet job where he could teach.

“I hate being a camel,” he sniffed and he sighed,

“I hate living here with you smelly guys.”

The other three took offense and moved to the side;

They glared and gave him the evil eye.

One day a storm whirled through the land,

Tossing dust all over the place.

“Help me! Help me!” the odd camel shook off sand,

Then coughed until it came off his face.

Within minutes he was buried as deep as can be,

Not even a hair on his hump poked out.

He couldn’t catch his breath, or chase off one single flea,

So he started to yell and to shout.

“Help me! Help me! I’m sorry for what I said.

I want to live here with you all.”

They dug him out and he went right to bed,

Pulling up his clean sheets and his shawl.

He never said another word about his dreams

To the other camels; uttered not a word.

“I hate being a camel,” he’d whisper, “but it seems,

I’m destined to be one, not a bird.”

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