Chapter Headings - Just-so Stories Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAABCCDDDE FGHG IIFFG JKLM NGFFG OPQR SGFFG IIFFGF TTUUVVNNWWX AGAGNDND YANAZA2AA2 B2C2C2C2D2 PSNS C2E2C2E2 ANAN WF2WF2G AOAO AG2QQQG2 H2OPO QG2QQQG2C2 C2C2C2C2OOC2C2I2J2AK 2OOL2L2C2C2M2M2AGAAN N C2C2C2 N2C2N2C2C2O2C2O2 OP2OP2P2Q2P2Q2 JR2JR2S2Q2S2Q2T2 U2T2P2C2P2A P2Q2OQ2 AAOA AV2P2W2X2When the cabin port holes are dark and green | A |
Because of the seas outside | B |
When the ship'goes wop with a wiggle between | A |
And the steward falls into the soup tureen | A |
And the trunks begin to slide | B |
When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap | C |
And Mummy tells you to let her sleep | C |
And you are n't waked or washed or dressed | D |
Why then you will know if you have n't guessed | D |
You're Fifty North and Forty West | D |
How the Whale Got His Throat | E |
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The Camel's hump is an ugly lump | F |
Which well you may see at the Zoo | G |
But uglier yet is the hump we get | H |
From having too little to do | G |
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Kiddies and grown ups too oo oo | I |
If we haven't enough to do oo oo | I |
We get the hump | F |
Cameelious hump | F |
The hump that is black and blue | G |
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We climb out of bed with a frouzly head | J |
And a snarly yarly voice | K |
We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl | L |
At our bath and our boots and our toys | M |
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And there ought to be a corner for me | N |
And I know there is one for you | G |
When we get the hump | F |
Cameelious hump | F |
The hump that is black and blue | G |
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The cure for this ill is not to sit still | O |
Or frowst with a book by the fire | P |
But to take a large hoe and a shovel also | Q |
And dig till you gently perspire | R |
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And then you will find that the sun and the wind | S |
And the Djinn of the Garden too | G |
Have lifted the hump | F |
The horrible hump | F |
The hump that is black and blue | G |
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I get it as well as you oo oo | I |
If I haven't enough to do oo oo | I |
We all get hump | F |
Cameelious hump | F |
Kiddies and grown ups too | G |
How the Camel Got His Hump | F |
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I am the Most Wise Baviaan saying in most wise tones | T |
Let us melt into the landscape just us two by our lones | T |
People have come in a carriage calling But Mummy is there | U |
Yes I can go if you take me Nurse says she don't care | U |
Let's go up to the pig styes and sit on the farmyard rails | V |
Let's say things to the bunnies and watch 'em skitter their tails | V |
Let's oh anything daddy so long as it's you and me | N |
And going truly exploring and not being in till tea | N |
Here's your boots I've brought 'em and here's your cap and stick | W |
And here's your pipe and tobacco Oh come along out of it quick | W |
How the Leopard Got His Spots | X |
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I keep six honest serving men | A |
They taught me all I knew | G |
Their names are What and Why and When | A |
And How and Where and Who | G |
I send them over land and sea | N |
I send them east and west | D |
But after they have worked for me | N |
I give them all a rest | D |
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I let them rest from nine till five | Y |
For I am busy then | A |
As well as breakfast lunch and tea | N |
For they are hungry men | A |
But different folk have different views | Z |
I know a person small | A2 |
She keeps ten million serving men | A |
Who get no rest at all | A2 |
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She sends 'em abroad on her own affairs | B2 |
From the second she opens her eyes | C2 |
One million Hows two million Wheres | C2 |
And seven million Whys | C2 |
The Elephant's Child | D2 |
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This is the mouth filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer | P |
Run in a single burst only event of its kind | S |
Started by Big God Nqong from Warrigaborrigarooma | N |
Old Man Kangaroo first Yellow Dog Dingo behind | S |
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Kangaroo bounded away his back legs working like pistons | C2 |
Bounded from morning till dark twenty five feet at a bound | E2 |
Yellow Dog Dingo lay like a yellow cloud in the distance | C2 |
Much too busy to bark My but they covered the ground | E2 |
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Nobody knows where they went or followed the track that they flew in | A |
For that Continent hadn't been given a name | N |
They ran thirty degrees from Torres Straits to the Leeuwin | A |
Look at the Atlas please then they ran back as they came | N |
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S'posing you could trot from Adelaide to the Pacific | W |
For an afternoon's run half what these gentlemen did | F2 |
You would feel rather hot but your legs would develop terrific | W |
Yes my importunate son you'd be a Marvellous Kid | F2 |
The Sing Song of Old Man Kangaroo | G |
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I've never sailed the Amazon | A |
I've never reached Brazil | O |
But the Don and Magdalena | A |
They can go there when they will | O |
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Yes weekly from Southampton | A |
Great steamers white and gold | G2 |
Go rolling down to Rio | Q |
Roll down roll down to Rio | Q |
And I'd like to roll to Rio | Q |
Some day before I'm old | G2 |
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I've never seen a Jaguar | H2 |
Nor yet an Armadill | O |
O dilloing in his armour | P |
And I s'pose I never will | O |
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Unless I go to Rio | Q |
These wonders to behold | G2 |
Roll down roll down to Rio | Q |
Roll really down to Rio | Q |
Oh I'd love to roll to Rio | Q |
Some day before I'm old | G2 |
The Beginning of the Armadilloes | C2 |
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China going P and O 's | C2 |
Pass Pau Amma's playground close | C2 |
And his Pusat Tasek lies | C2 |
Near the track of most B I 's | C2 |
N Y K and N D L | O |
Know Pau Amma's home as well | O |
As the Fisher of the Sea knows | C2 |
Bens M M 's and Rubattinos | C2 |
But and this is rather queer | I2 |
A T L 's can not come here | J2 |
O and O and D O A | A |
Must go round another way | K2 |
Orient Anchor Bibby Hall | O |
Never go that way at all | O |
U C S would have a fit | L2 |
If it found itself on it | L2 |
And if Beavers took their cargoes | C2 |
To Penang instead of Lagos | C2 |
Or a fat Shaw Savill bore | M2 |
Passengers to Singapore | M2 |
Or a White Star were to try a | A |
Little trip to Sourabaya | G |
Or a B S A went on | A |
Past Natal to Cheribon | A |
Then great Mr Lloyds would come | N |
With a wire and drag them home | N |
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You'll know what my riddle means | C2 |
When you've eaten mangosteens | C2 |
The Crab That Played with the Sea | C2 |
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Pussy can sit by the fire and sing | N2 |
Pussy can climb a tree | C2 |
Or play with a silly old cork and string | N2 |
To 'muse herself not me | C2 |
But I like Binkie my dog because | C2 |
He knows how to behave | O2 |
So Binkie's the same as the First Friend was | C2 |
And I am the Man in the Cave | O2 |
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Pussy will play man Friday till | O |
It's time to wet her paw | P2 |
And make her walk on the window sill | O |
For the footprint Crusoe saw | P2 |
Then she fluffles her tail and mews | P2 |
And scratches and won't attend | Q2 |
But Binkie will play whatever I choose | P2 |
And he is my true First Friend | Q2 |
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Pussy will rub my knees with her head | J |
Pretending she loves me hard | R2 |
But the very minute I go to my bed | J |
Pussy runs out in the yard | R2 |
And there she stays till the morning light | S2 |
So I know it is only pretend | Q2 |
But Binkie he snores at my feet all night | S2 |
And he is my Firstest Friend | Q2 |
The Cat That Walked by Himself | T2 |
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This Uninhabited Island | U2 |
Is near Cape Gardafui | T2 |
But it's hot too hot off Suez | P2 |
For the likes of you and me Ever to go in a P | C2 |
To call on the Cake Parsee | P2 |
How the Rhinoceros got his Skin | A |
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There was never a Queen like Balkis | P2 |
From here to the wide world's end | Q2 |
But Balkis talked to a butterfly | O |
As you would talk to a friend | Q2 |
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There was never a King like Solomon | A |
Not since the world began | A |
But Solomon talked to a butterfly | O |
As a man would talk to a man | A |
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She was Queen of Sab a | A |
And he was Asia's Lord | V2 |
But they both of 'em talked to butterflies | P2 |
When they took their walks abroad | W2 |
The Butterfly That Stamped | X2 |
Rudyard Kipling
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