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"
Oh
,
it
's
you
,
"
said
he
.
"
What
are
you
bothering
for
?
All
the
cobras
are
dead
.
And
if
they
were
n't
,
I
'm
here
.
"
Rikki-tikki
had
a
right
to
be
proud
of
himself
.
But
he
did
not
grow
too
proud
,
and
he
kept
that
garden
as
a
mongoose
should
keep
it
,
with
tooth
and
jump
and
spring
and
bite
,
till
never
a
cobra
dared
show
its
head
inside
the
walls
.
Singer
and
tailor
am
I
--
Doubled
the
joys
that
I
know
--
Proud
of
my
lilt
to
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
,
