Homeless

Rudyard Kipling

The Jungle Book - Parade Song of the Camp Animals

Commissariat Camels

We haven't a camelly tune of our own
To help us trollop along,
But every neck is a hair trombone
(Rtt-ta-ta-ta! is a hair trombone!)
And this our marching-song:
Can't! Don't! Shan't! Won't!
Pass it along the line!
Somebody's pack has slid from his back,
Wish it were only mine!
So…