Darzee's Chaunt (Poem by Rudyard Kipling)

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Darzee's Chaunt
(Sung in Honour of Rikki-Tikki-Tavi)
By Rudyard Kipling


                Singer and tailor am I — 
                    Doubled the joys that I know — 
                Proud of my lilt to 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 fledglings again,
                    Mother, O lift up your head!
                Evil that plagued 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,
                    Bowing 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 eyeballs of red!

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

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