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212 and jump and spring and bite, till never a cobra dared show its head inside the walls. DARZEE'S CHAUNT

(SUNG IN HONOR OF RIKKI-TIKKI-TAVI)

Over and under, so weave I my music—so weave I the house that I sew.

Terror that hid in the roses is impotent—flung on the dung-hill and dead!

Rik-tikki-tikki, the ivory-fanged, the hunter with eye-balls of flame.