Laura Elizabeth Richards

(1850-1943 / the United States)

A Brief Ballad Of Araby


In Araby, in Araby,
In Araby the blest,
There lived a man who thought he'd like
To travel to the west.
On a lumpy humpy camel he
Departed with hs family;
His uncle's name was Sammy Lee,
But I forgot the rest.

From Araby, from Araby,
From Araby the free,
They amble-ramble-gambolled
Till they came unto the sea.
But the camel could not swim, you know,
It disagreed with him, you know,
He waved his hinder limb, you know,
And yelled ferociously.

To Araby, to Araby,
To Araby the fair,
They turned their faces home again
In anguish and despair.
But the camel, they'd such grief of him,
They wished to find relief of him,
And so they made corned beef of him,
And ate him then and there.

Submitted: Friday, September 03, 2010

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