Rudyard Kipling's The Jungle Book

The Jungle Book

That he sang at the Council Rock when he danced on Shere Khan's Hide

The Song of Mowgli - I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the

Jungle listen to the things I have done.
Shere Khan said he would kill - would kill! At the gates

in the twilight he would kill Mowgli, the Frog!
He ate and drank. Drink deep, Shere Khan, for

when wilt thou drink again? Sleep and dream of

the kill.
I am alone on the grazing-grounds. Gray Brother,

come to me! Come to me, Lone Wolf, for there is

big game afoot.
Bring up the great bull-buffaloes, the blue-skinned herd-

bulls with the angry eyes. Drive them to and fro

as I order.
Sleepest thou still, Shere Khan? Wake, oh wake! Here

come I, and the bulls are behind.
Rama, the King of the Buffaloes, stamped with his foot.

Waters of the Waingunga, whither went shere

Khan?
He is not Ikki to dig holes, nor Mao, the Peacock, that

he should fly. He is not Mang, the Bat, to hang

in the branches. Little bamboos that creak to-

gether, tell me where he ran?

Copied from a collection that belonged to my grandfather, printed in 1927. It does not have an ISBN number.

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