Now Chil the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free, The herds are shut in byre and hut, For loosed till dawn are we. This is the hour of pride and power, Talon and tush and claw. Oh, hear the call! Good hunting all That keep the Jungle Law!
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