The Camelopard
Reading edition
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 I this quadruped? 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.)