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 "That's the Chipmunk, and we kill him

For his smooth, gray, stripey skin."

"Ah!" I said, "don't kill the Chipmunk,

If his little coat has stripes!

Brother he must be, or cousin

To a Chipmunk that I know

Dwelling in the Indian Jungle.

No one kills the small geloori

" [sic]Over there in far-off India,

Ever since they heard this story

How its coat came to be striped."

"Why, do tell!" cried my companion;

And I told the Hindoo story

All to save chipmunks and squirrels.

Once, among the palm-groves wandering,

Shiva, Lord and God of all things,

By the sea-shore saw a squirrel

Gray, with bushy tail and bright eyes,

Dipping constantly in ocean,

Dipping twenty times a minute,