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THE CAMEL
The camel has a reputation of not being
very nice,
Can be disdainful and has a terrible
spitting vice,
But on our way to Bethlehem we were all
as good as gold,
For the leaders told us that a new born king
we would behold.
I promised to be good, my vices all to hide
for this trip,
Not once across the dry desert did I
ever slip,
And now my reward is to be right close
to His side,
My love of this precious child I find hard to
try and hide.
Come place me close as you set up this
sacred scene,
For there is peace found in this place all
quiet and serene.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 12 December 2005