Over and under, so weave I my music--so weave I the house that I
Terror that hid in the roses is impotent--flung on the dung-hill
Rikk-tikki-tikki, the ivory-fanged, the hunter with eyeballs of
Hear! I will sing you the praise of the bottle-tailed Rikki, with
eyeballs of red!
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