CHAPTER HEADINGS Just So Stories HEN the cabin port-holes are dark and green WH When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between) And the steward falls into the soup-tureen, And the trunks begin to slide; When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap, And Mummy tells you to let her sleep, 'How the Whale got his Throat.' The Camel's hump is an ugly lump Kiddies and grown-ups too-00-00, Cameelious hump The hump that is black and blue! We climb out of bed with a frouzly head And a snarly-yarly voice. CHAPTER HEADINGS We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl And there ought to be a corner for me (And I know there is one for you) When we get the hump Cameelious hump The hump that is black and blue! The cure for this ill is not to sit still, And then you will find that the sun and the wind, And the Djinn of the Garden too, Have lifted the hump The horrible hump The hump that is black and blue! I get it as well as you-00-00- Cameelious hump Kiddies and grown-ups too! 'How the Camel got his Hump.' I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones, 'Let us melt into the landscape-just us two by our lones.' People have come-in a carriage-calling. But Mummy is there. Yes, I can go if you take me-Nurse says she don't care. Let's go up to the pig-styes and sit on the farmyard rails! Let's say things to the bunnies, and watch 'em skitter their tails! Let's-oh, anything, daddy, so long as it's you and me, And going truly exploring, and not being in till tea! Here's your boots (I've brought 'em), and here's your cap and stick, And here's your pipe and tobacco. Oh, come along out of it-quick! 'How the Leopard got his Spots.' I keep six honest serving-men (They taught me all I knew); Their names are What and Why and When And How and Where and Who. I send them over land and sea, I let them rest from nine till five, As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea, For they are hungry men. But different folk have different views; I know a person small She keeps ten million serving-men, Who get no rest at all! She sends 'em abroad on her own affairs, And seven million Whys! 'The Elephant's Child.' CHAPTER HEADINGS This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer. Run in a single burst-only event of its kind— Started by Big God Nqong from Warrigaborrigarooma, Old Man Kangaroo first, Yellow-Dog Dingo behind. Kangaroo bounded away, his back-legs working like pistons Bounded from morning till dark, twenty-five feet at a bound. Yellow-Dog Dingo lay like a yellow cloud in the distance Much too busy to bark. My! but they covered the ground! Nobody knows where they went, or followed the track that they flew in, For that Continent hadn't been given a name. They ran thirty degrees, from Torres Straits to the Leeuwin (Look at the Atlas, please), then they ran back as they came. S'posing you could trot from Adelaide to the Pacific, For an afternoon's run-half what these gentlemen didYou would feel rather hot, but your legs would develop terrific Yes, my importunate son, you'd be a Marvellous Kid! "The Sing-Song of Old Man Kangaroo.' I've never sailed the Amazon, I've never reached Brazil; But the 'Don' and 'Magdalena,' They can go there when they will! Yes, weekly from Southampton, (Roll down-roll down to Rio!) Some day before I'm old! I've never seen a Jaguar, Unless I go to Rio These wonders to behold Roll down-roll down to Rio Roll really down to Rio! Oh, I'd love to roll to Rio Some day before I'm old! 'The Beginning of the Armadilloes.' China-going P. and O.'s Pass Pau Amma's playground close, And his Pusat Tasek lies Near the track of most B. I.'s. N. Y. K. and N. D. L. Know Pau Amma's home as well |