Mama touched a camel's hump.
It stood high from the ground.
She reached and brushed the very top
And proudly looked around.
Mama touched a camel's hump
Although she didn't ride it.
Her tickled glee coursed to her toes.
And no, she didn't hide it.
Mama touched a camel's hump.
It didn't spit at her.
She didn't slap it on the rump
Or call the beast a cur.
Before the day was done.
Now she must touch an elephant's trunk
To say she's really won.
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