| On Ganges banks roams the tiger, | |
| And lion rules by the Niger, | |
| Hunder heard shrill cry of peacocks, | |
| In Indian jungles go in flocks. | |
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| And he saw tiger crouch and spring, | 5 |
| To crush a bird with beauteous wing, | |
| But the tiger missed his aim, | |
| And he hung his head with shame. | |
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| Then there came a mighty crush, | |
| Of elephants rush through the bush, | 10 |
| The tiger cat-like crouched on ground, | |
| And elephants rushed in with bound. | |
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| In front was baby elephant, | |
| To crush its bones did tiger want, | |
| But mother saw fierce forest ranger, | 15 |
| And she gave a cry of danger. | |
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| Leader of herd he madly rushed, | |
| Resolved the tiger should be crushed, | |
| But tiger strove to run away, | |
| Willing to relinquish prey. | 20 |
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| But when he found that he must fight, | |
| On elephant’s back he strove to light, | |
| But elephant struck him with his foot, | |
| And then with tusks he did him root. | |
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| So now once more must praise be sung, | 25 |
| To beasts who nobly fight for young, | |
| And grateful feelings were now stirred, | |
| Towards the leader of the herd. | |
