I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines —

I will call in the Jungle to stamp out your lines!

The roofs shall fade before it,

The house-beams shall fall,

And the Karela, the bitter Karela,

Shall cover it all!

In the gates of these your councils my people shall sing,

In the doors of these your garners the Bat-folk shall cling;

And the snake shall be your watchman,

By a hearthstone unswept;

For the Karela, the bitter Karela,