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 together , tell me where he ran ? Ow ! He is there . Ahoo ! He is there . Under the feet of Rama lies the Lame One ! Up , Shere Khan ! Up and kill !
Here is meat ; break the necks of the XXXXX !
Bat Lame Peacock bulls feet foot game holes order wake