THE JUNGLE BOOK by Rudyard Kipling, chapter name Parade Song of the Camp Animals

ELEPHANTS OF THE GUN TEAMS

 

We lent to Alexander the strength of Hercules,

The wisdom of our foreheads, the cunning of our knees;

We bowed our necks to service: they ne’er were loosed again,— Make way there—way for the ten-foot teams

Of the Forty-Pounder train!

 

GUN BULLOCKS

 

Those heroes in their harnesses avoid a cannon-ball, And what they know of powder upsets them one and all; Then we come into action and tug the guns again—

Make way there—way for the twenty yoke Of the Forty-Pounder train!

 

CAVALRY HORSES

 

By the brand on my shoulder, the finest of tunes Is played by the Lancers, Hussars, and Dragoons, And it’s sweeter than “Stables” or “Water” to me— The Cavalry Canter of “Bonnie Dundee”!

 

Then feed us and break us and handle and groom, And give us good riders and plenty of room,

And launch us in column of squadron and see The way of the war-horse to “Bonnie Dundee”!

 

SCREW-GUN MULES

 

As me and my companions were scrambling up a hill,

The path was lost in rolling stones, but we went forward still; For we can wriggle and climb, my lads, and turn up everywhere,

Oh, it’s our delight on a mountain height, with a leg or two to spare!

 

Good luck to every sergeant, then, that lets us pick our road; Bad luck to all the driver-men that cannot pack a load:

For we can wriggle and climb, my lads, and turn up everywhere,

Oh, it’s our delight on a mountain height, with a leg or two to spare!

 

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 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!