Explore "The Camelopard" by Hilaire Belloc on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The Camelopard, it is said / By travellers (who never lie), / He cannot stretch out straight in bed / Because he is so high.
The clouds surround his lofty head, / His hornlets touch the sky.
How shall / I hunt this quadruped?
I cannot tell!
Not I!
(A picture of how people try / And fail to hit that head so high.) / I'll buy a little parachute / (A common parachute with wings), / I'll fill it full of arrowroot / And other necessary things, / And I will slay this fearful brute / With stones and sticks and guns and slings.
(A picture of how people shoot / With comfort from a parachute.)