Classic Poem

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! )
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi .