The Jungle Book Chapter 12 Page 2

Broken scraps for holy men that beg from door to door;

Battle to the tiger, carrion to the kite,

And rags and bones to wicked wolves without the wall at night.

Naught he found too lofty, none he saw too low —

Parbati beside him watched them come and go;

Thought to cheat her husband, turning Shiv to jest —

Stole the little grasshopper and hid it in her breaSt. So she tricked him, Shiva the Preserver.

Mahadeo! Mahadeo! Turn and see.

Tall are the camels, heavy are the kine,

But this was Least of Little Things, O little son of mine!