Darzee's Chaunt
Rikki Tikki Tavi Songs
Poem of Rikki Tikki
From the Jungle Books, Volume 2
by Rudyard Kipling
From the Jungle Books, Volume 2
by Rudyard Kipling
(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 fledglings again, Mother, oh 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 hunger with eye- balls 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.)
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!)