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<h2> Darzee’s Chant </h2>
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(Sung in honor of Rikki-tikki-tavi)<br/>
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Singer and tailor am I—<br/>
Doubled the joys that I know—<br/>
Proud of my lilt to the sky,<br/>
Proud of the house that I sew—<br/>
Over and under, so weave I my music—so weave I the house that I<br/>
sew.<br/>
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Sing to your fledglings again,<br/>
Mother, oh lift up your head!<br/>
Evil that plagued us is slain,<br/>
Death in the garden lies dead.<br/>
Terror that hid in the roses is impotent—flung on the dung-hill<br/>
and dead!<br/>
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Who has delivered us, who?<br/>
Tell me his nest and his name.<br/>
Rikki, the valiant, the true,<br/>
Tikki, with eyeballs of flame,<br/>
Rikk-tikki-tikki, the ivory-fanged, the hunter with eyeballs of<br/>
flame!<br/>
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Give him the Thanks of the Birds,<br/>
Bowing with tail feathers spread!<br/>
Praise him with nightingale words—<br/>
Nay, I will praise him instead.<br/>
Hear! I will sing you the praise of the bottle-tailed Rikki, with<br/>
eyeballs of red!<br/>
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(Here Rikki-tikki interrupted, and the rest of the song is<br/>
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