For Kids' Poem

what of the hunting, hunter bold?

Brother,k the watch was long and cold.

What of the quarry ye went to kill?

Brother, he crops in the jungle still.

Where is the power that made out pride?

Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side.

Where is the haste that ye hurry bu?

Brother, I go to my lair to die.



At the hole where he went in

Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-skin.

Hear what little Red-Eye saith:

'Neg, 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!)
                                                                                                       Edited By Sudhakar Marathe