When they got out where the water was deep, the camel stopped and said, "Jackal, I feel as if I must roll a little in the water.
"O, no, no!" said the jackal. "Why do you want to do that?"
"O, I don't know," said the camel. "It's a way I sometimes have. I like to roll a little, after dinner."
With that, he rolled over, and the jackal fell into the water.
POEMS BY LAURA E. RICHARDS[1]
THE BUMBLEBEE
The bumblebee, the bumblebee,
He flew to the top of the tulip tree.
He flew to the top,
But he could not stop,
For he had to get home to his early tea.