'e's All'ot Sand An' Ginger

The Wild Hawk To The Wind-swept Sky The Deer To The Wholesome Wold; And The Heart Of A Man To The Heart Of A Maid, As It Was In The Days Of Old.

Shere Khan, The Big One, Has Shifted His Hunting Grounds. He Will Hunt Among These Hills For The Next Moon, So He Has Told Me.

If You Can Wait And Not Be Tired Of Waiting, Or Being Lied About, Don't Deal In Lies. Or Being Hated, Don't Give Way To Hating, And Yet Don't Look Too Good, Nor Talk Too Wise.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep

If You Hit A Pony Over The Nose At The Outset Of Your Acquaintance, He May Not Love You But He Will Take A Deep Interest In Your Movements Ever Afterwards