Camel Tracks

Camels do bite and even spit but for desert travel nothing as equipped They lie upon the ground and you set astride, up they go and you're riding high A saddle with a blanket for your bottom, handlebars for hands bouncing, bouncing upon the sands Stop at an oasis relish the shade, for this journey camels are made They kneel for you to get down and as your feet touch the ground You hope the camel knows it's way back since the wind swept away his camel tracks