The Beaches of Lukannon -- the winter wheat so tall -- The dripping , crinkled lichens , and the sea-fog drenching all ! The platforms of our playground , all shining smooth and worn ! The Beaches of Lukannon -- the home where we were born ! I met my mates in the morning , a broken , scattered band . Men shoot us in the water and club us on the land ; Men drive us to the Salt House like silly sheep and tame , And still we sing Lukannon -- before the sealers came . Wheel down , wheel down to southward ; oh , Gooverooska , go ! And tell the Deep-Sea Viceroys the story of our woe ; Ere , empty as the shark 's egg the tempest flings ashore , The Beaches of Lukannon shall know their sons no more ! `` Rikki-Tikki-Tavi '' At the hole where he went in Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin . Hear what little Red-Eye saith : `` Nag , come up and dance with death ! '' Eye to eye and head to head , -LRB- Keep the measure , Nag . -RRB- This shall end when one is dead ; -LRB- At thy pleasure , Nag . -RRB- Turn for turn and twist for twist -- -LRB- Run and hide thee , Nag . -RRB- Hah ! The hooded Death has missed ! -LRB- Woe betide thee , Nag ! -RRB- This is the story of the great war that Rikki-tikki-tavi fought single-handed , through the bath-rooms of the big bungalow in Segowlee cantonment . Darzee , the Tailorbird , helped him , and Chuchundra , the musk-rat , who never comes out into the middle of the floor , but always creeps round by the wall , gave him advice , but Rikki-tikki did the real fighting . He was a mongoose , rather like a little cat in his fur and his tail , but quite like a weasel in his head and his habits . His eyes and the end of his restless nose were pink . He could scratch himself anywhere he pleased with any leg , front or back , that he chose to use .
He could fluff up his tail till it looked like a bottle brush , and his XXXXX cry as he scuttled through the long grass was : `` Rikk-tikk-tikki-tikki-tchk ! ''
Gooverooska Hah House Nag Segowlee Wrinkle-Skin morning sealers shark war