Behold! a camel thrust his face:
“My nose is cold,” he meekly cried;
“Oh, let me warm it by thy side!”
Since no denial word was said,
In came the nose, in came the head;
As sure as sermon follows text,
The long and scraggy neck came next;
And then, as falls the threatening storm,
In leaped the whole ungainly form.
Aghast the owner gazed around,