The Camel’s Hump The Camel’s hump is an ugly lump Which well you may see at the Zoo; But uglier yet is the hump we get From having too little to do. Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo, If we haven’t enough to do-oo-oo, We get the humpCameelious humpThe hump that is black and blue! We climb out of bed with a frouzly head, And a snarly-yarly voice. We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl At our bath and our boots and our toys; And there ought to be a corner for me (And I know there is one for you) When we get the humpCameelious humpThe hump that is black and blue! The cure for this ill is not to sit still, Or frowst with a book by the fire; But to take a large hoe and a shovel also, And dig till you gently perspire; And then you will find that the sun and the wind, And the Djinn of the Garden too, Have lifted the humpThe horrible humpThe hump that is black and blue! I get it as well as you-oo-oo If I haven’t enough to do-oo-oo! We all get the humpCameelious humpKiddies and grown-ups too! by Rudyard Kipling

The Camel's hump is an unattractive bump you can see at the Zoo; But even uglier is the hump we get from having too little to do. Kids and adults too, if we don't have enough to do, we get the Cameelious hump, the hump that is bruised! We get out of bed with messy hair and a grumpy voice. We shiver, frown, grunt, and growl at our bath, shoes, and toys; And there should be a place for me (and I know there's one for you) when we get the Cameelious hump, the hump that is bruised! The cure for this problem is not to sit still, or read by the fire; but to take a big hoe and a shovel, and dig until you sweat; And then you'll find that the sun and the wind, and the Garden's spirit too, have lifted the terrible hump, the hump that is bruised! I get it just like you if I don't have enough to do! We all get the Cameelious hump, kids and adults too!