Rikki Tikki Tavi

At the hole where he went in
Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin.
Hear what little Red-Eye saith:
'Nag, come up and dance with death !'

Eye to eye and head to head, 
(Keep the measure, Nag.)
This shall end when one is dead: 
(At thy pleasure, Nag.)

Turn for turn and twist for twist 
(Run and hide thee, Nag.)
Hah ! The hooded Death has missed ! 
(Woe betide thee, Nag.)  

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