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Now Chil the Kite brings home the night	A
That Mang the Bat sets free	B
The herds are shut in byre and hut	C
For loosed till dawn are we	B
This is the hour of pride and power	D
Talon and tush and claw	E
Oh hear the call Good hunting all	F
That keep the Jungle Law	E
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Mowgli's Brothers	G
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His spots are the joy of the Leopard his horns are the Buffalo's pride	H
Be clean for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide	H
If ye find that the bullock can toss you or the heavy browed Sambhur can gore	I
Ye need not stop work to inform us We knew it ten seasons before	I
Oppress not the cubs of the stranger but hail them as Sister and Brother	D
For though they are little and fubsy it may be the Bear is their mother	D
There is none like to me says the Cub in the pride of his earliest kill	J
Butt the Jungle is large and the Cub he is small Let him think and be still	J
Kaa's Hunting	K
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The stream is shrunk the pool is dry	L
And we be comrades thou and I	L
With fevered jowl and dusty flank	M
Each jostling each along the bank	M
And by one drouthy fear made still	J
Forgoing thought of quest or kill	J
Now 'neath his dam the fawn may see	B
The lean Pack wolf as cowed as he	B
And the tall buck unflinching note	N
The fangs that tore his father's throat	N
The pools are shrunk the streams are dry	L
And we be playmates thou and I	L
Till yonder cloud Good Hunting loose	O
The rain that breaks our Water Truce	O
How Fear Came	P
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What of the hunting hunter bold	Q
Brother the watch was long and cold	Q
What of the quarry ye went to kill	J
Brother he crops in the jungle still	J
Where is the power that made your pride	H
Brother it ebbs from my flank and side	H
Where is the haste that ye hurry by	L
Brother I go to my lair to die	L
Tiger Tiger	D
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Veil them cover them wall them round	R
Blossom and creeper and weed	S
Let us forget the sight and the sound	R
The smell and the touch of the breed	S
Fat black ash by the altar stone	T
Here is the white foot rain	U
And the does bring forth in the fields unsown	U
And none shall affright them again	U
And the blind walls crumble unknown o'erthrown	U
And none shall inhabit again	U
Letting in the Jungle	V
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These are the Four that are never content that have never be filled since the Dews began	U
Jacala's mouth and the glut of the Kite and the hands of the Ape and the Eyes of Man	U
The King's Ankus	O
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For our white and our excellent nights for the nights of swift running	K
Fair ranging far seeing good hunting sure cunning	K
For the smells of the dawning untainted ere dew has departed	W
For the rush through the mist and the quarry blind started	W
For the cry of our mates when the sambhur has wheeled and is standing at bay	X
For the risk and the riot of night	A
For the sleep at the lair mouth by day	X
It is met and we go to the fight	A
Bay O bay	X
Red Dog	Y
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Man goes to Man Cry the challenge through the Jungle	V
He that was our Brother goes away	X
Hear now and judge O ye People of the Jungle	V
Answer who can turn him who shall stay	X
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Man goes to Man He is weeping in the Jungle	V
He that was our Brother sorrows sore	I
Man goes to Man Oh we loved him in the Jungle	V
To the Man Trail where we may not follow more	I
The Spring Running	K
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At the hole where he went in	U
Red Eye called to Wrinkle Skin	U
Hear what little Red Eye saith	Z
Nag come up and dance with death	Z
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Eye to eye and head to head	A2
Keep the measure Nag	B2
This shall end when one is dead	A2
At thy pleasure Nag	B2
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Turn for turn and twist for twist	C2
Run and hide thee Nag	B2
Hah The hooded Death has missed	C2
Woe betide thee Nag	B2
Rikki Tikki Tavi	D2
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Oh hush thee my baby the night is behind us	O
And black are the waters that sparkled so green	U
The moon o'er the combers looks downward to find us	O
At rest in the hollows that rustle between	U
Where billow meets billow there soft be thy pillow	E2
Ah weary wee flipperling curl at thy ease	O
The storm shall not wake thee nor shark overtake thee	Z
Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas	O
The White Seal	F2
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You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old	Q
Or your head will be sunk by your heels	O
And summer gales and Killer Whales	O
Are bad for baby seals	O
Are bad for baby seals dear rat	G2
As bad as bad can be	Z
But splash and grow strong	H2
And you can't be wrong	H2
Child of the Open Sea	Z
The White Seal	F2
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I will remember what I was I am sick of rope and chain	U
I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs	O
I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugarcane	U
I will go out to my own kind and the wood folk in their lairs	O
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I will go out until the day until the morning break	I2
Out to the winds' untainted kiss the waters' clean caress	O
I will forget my ankle ring and snap my picket stake	I2
I will revisit my lost loves and playmates masterless	O
Toomai of the Elephants	O
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The People of the Eastern Ice they are melting like the snow	E2
They beg for coffee and sugar they go where the white men go	E2
The People of the Western Ice they learn to steal and fight	A
They sell their furs to the trading post they sell their souls to the white	A
The People of the Southern Ice they trade with the whaler's crew	J2
Their women have many ribbons but their tents are torn and few	J2
But the People of the Elder Ice beyond the white man's ken	U
Their spears are made of the narwhal horn and they are the last of the Men	U
Quiquern	U
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When ye say to Tabaqui My Brother when ye call the Hyena to meat	K2
Ye may cry the Full Truce with Jacala the Belly that runs on four feet	K2
The Undertakers	O
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The night we felt the earth would move	D2
We stole and plucked him by the hand	L2
Because we loved him with the love	D2
That knows but cannot understand	L2
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And when the roaring hillside broke	M2
And all our world fell down in rain	U
We saved him we the Little Folk	M2
But lo he does not come again	U
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Mourn now we saved him for the sake	I2
Of such poor love as wild ones may	X
Mourn ye Our brother will not wake	I2
And his own kind drive us away	X
The Miracle of Purun Bhagat	L2

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