Darzee's Chaunt

(sung in honour of Rikki-Tikki-Tavi)

  Singer and tailor am I—
    Doubled the joys that I know —
  Proud of my lilt through the sky,
    Proud of the house that I sew —
Over and under, so weave I my music-so weave I
    the house that I sew.

  Sing to your fledgelings again,
    Mother, oh, lift up your head!
  Evil that plagues us is slain,
    Death in the garden lies dead.
Terror that hid in the roses is impotent-flung on the
    dung-hill and dead!

  Who hath delivered us, who?
    Tell me his nest and his name.
  Rikki, the valiant, the true,
    Tikki, with eyeballs of flame,
Rik-tikki-tikki, the ivory-fanged, the hunter with
    eyeballs of flame.

  Give him the Thanks of the Birds,
    Blowing with tail-feathers spread!
  Praise him with nightingale-words —
    Nay, I will praise him instead.
Hear! I will sing you the praise of the bottle-tailed Rikki,
    with eye-balls of red!

(Here Rikki-tikki interrupted, and the rest of the song is lost.)

  By PanEris using Melati.

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