Alas! how brief are mortal joys;
There comes an awful burbling noise!

As, terror-struck, he turns to fly,
Too late he hears her anguished cry,
"O Samuel!
O Samuel!!
Beware!
The awful
Camuel"!!!

The Camel rushed!
The Camel flew!
Till all its spots were streaks of blue;
To Samuel it seemed to be
Itself a whole
Menagerie!

The Camel chased him round and round;
He sank—exhausted—on the ground;
The Camel never noticed that,
But pranced along—
with Sammy's hat.

And—when it found its victim gone,
Imagine how the brute went on;
It bucked and reared
and kicked
and shied,
Till, finally,
It Bust!
and died.