CAMEL NAMED CAMELOT

I had a funny thought
Have you ever known a camel named Camelot?
I wrote this down before I forgot 
imagining an elaborate plot

He could have been an ant on a flower 
A fly for an hour 
And a tree for 200 years
He could have been a star

He loved a coffee shop 
For the carrot cake and espresso shot
April the giraffe prefers her tea pot 
she ate the leaves
And his jaw just dropped

He was an ant on a flower
A fly for an hour 
And a tree for 200 years
He could have been a star

He’s a verbalized pause 
at a silent retreat 
He’s that Hold for applause
when both our eyes meet
He Goes without saying
it bears to repeat
Because he walks around 
with two toes on each feet

Through the eye of a needle 
He’ll spit in your eye 
If accused of a crime 
he’s got no alibi
April the giraffe
will testify 
Who would question a giraffe 
With a tear in her eye?

He could have been an ant on a flower 
A fly for an hour 
And a tree for 200 years
He could have been a star