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
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