Three camels went to meet for lunch,
A veggie diner with entrees
That the camels did like a bunch,
Salads full of different hays.
And while they ate they gossiped 'bout
The latest naughties they had heard.
The humans were the worst, no doubt.
Anything, ev'rything - absurd!
So staying clear of human stuff,
Lunch for the camels was a break
To try to just relax enough
To tolerate for human sake.
The camels often met this way,
Usually on hump Wednesday.
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