Fable X.
The Camelion.
Oft has it been my lot to mark
A proud, conceited, talking spark,
With eyes, that hardly serv’d at most
To guard their master ’gainst a post,
Yet round the world the blade has been
To see whatever could be seen.
Returning from his finish’d tour,
Grown ten times perter than before,
Whatever word you chance to drop,