The Llama is a woolly sort of fleecy hairy goat,
With an indolent expression and an undulating throat
     Like an unsuccessful literary man.

    

And I know the place he lives in (or at least—I think I do)
It is Ecuador, Brazil or Chili—possibly Peru;
           You must find it in the Atlas if you can.

    

The Llama of the Pampasses you never should confound
(In spite of a deceptive similarity of sound)
           With the Lhama who is Lord of Turkestan.

    

For the former is a beautiful and valuable beast,
But the latter is not lovable nor useful in the least;
And the Ruminant is preferable surely to the Priest
Who battens on the woful superstitions of the East,
     The Mongol of the Monastery of Shan.