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Commissariat Camels
 
           We haven't a camelty tune of our own
           To help us trollop along,
           But every neck is a hair-trombone
           (Rtt-ta-ta-ta! is a hair-trombone! )
           And this is our marching-song:                  
           Can't! Don't! Shan't! Won't!
           Pass it along the line!
           Somebody's pack has slid from his back,
           'Wish it were only mine!
           Somebody's load has tipped off in the road--
           Cheer for a halt and a row!
           Urrr! Yarrh! Grr! Arrh!
           Somebody's catching it now!

- from Parade-Song of the Camp-Animals 

by Rudyard Kipling