Mowgli's _all_ his name--the same Me an' Muvver took Like the Wolf-Child's _other_ name, In "The Jungul Book." I bet Mowg's the smartest cat In the world!--_He's_ not _White_, but mousy-plush, with that Smoky gloss he's got! All's got little bells to ring, Round their neck; but none Only Mowg _knows_ anything-- He's the only one! I ist 'spect sometimes he hate White cats' stupid ways:-- He won't hardly 'sociate With 'em, lots o' days! Mowg wants in where _we_ air,--well, He'll ist take his paw An' ist ring an' ring his bell There till me er Ma Er _some_body lets him in Nen an' shuts the door.-- An', when he wants out ag'in, Nen he'll ring some more. Ort to hear our Katy tell! She sleeps 'way up-stairs; An' last night she hear Mowg's bell Ringin' round _some_wheres... Trees grows by her winder.--So, She lean out an' see Mowg up there, 'way out, you know, In the clingstone-tree;-- An'-sir! he ist _hint_ an' _ring_,-- Till she ketch an' plat Them limbs;--nen he crawl an' spring In where Katy's at! [Illustration] * * * * * THE BOY PATRIOT I want to be a Soldier!-- A Soldier!-- A Soldier!-- I want to be a Soldier, with a sabre in my hand Or a little carbine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder, Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the band; I want to hear, high overhead, The Old Flag flap her wings While all the Army, following, in chorus cheers and sings; I want to hear the tramp and jar Of patriots a million, As gayly dancing off to war As dancing a cotillion. _I want to be a Soldier!_-- _A Soldier!_-- _A Soldier!_-- _I want to be a Soldier, with a sabre in my hand_ _Or a little carbine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder_, _Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the band_. I want to see the battle!-- The battle!-- The battle!-- I want to see the battle, and be in it to the end;-- I want to hear the cannon clear their throats and catch the prattle Of all the pretty compliments the enemy can send!-- And then I know my wits will go,--and where I _should'nt_ be-- Well, there's the spot, in any fight, that you may search for me. So, when our foes have had their fill, Though I'm among the dying, To see The Old Flag flying still, I'll laugh to leave her flying! _I want to be a Soldier!_-- _A Soldier!_-- _A Soldier!_-- _I want to be a Soldier, with a sabre in my hand_ _Or a little carbine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder_, _Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the band_. * * * * * [Illustration: "WHILE ALL THE ARMY, FOLLOWING, IN CHORUS CHEERS AND SINGS."] * * * * *