Tivadar the scarab
he saw that the bus had arrived.
A camel was passing by
so, he thought he would go with her.
Pecking at the long road
on the dusty hump of your hump tea.
Never mind the sandstorm.
Tivadar the Great chuckled.
I can see from up here
the people of the desert flee,
so they have to go
in a storm only a camel can go.
And I'm sitting on a camel
I don't even get dizzy in a storm,
no matter the dust or the storm
I am the Great Tivadar.
This has become a problem, please
too much dust on the camel,
threw himself in the sand
scratching his itchy bump.
Also fallen hero Tivadar
also scratched by a camel.
He doesn't scratch her
because he really doesn't want to.
Fed up with the camel
miss a good lunch,
so he left it the hell alone
because he won't be home for lunch.
Sadly departing Tivadar Nagy
no longer wants to ride a camel.
I'd better walk,
than just eating sand.