NOW this is the Law of the Jungle—as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back—
Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
The jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Keep peace with the Lords of the Jungle—the Tiger, the Panther, the Bear;
When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar,
The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,
If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay,
Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can;
If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride;
The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat where it lies;
The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will,
Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Pack he may claim
Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim
Cave-Right is the right of the Father—to hunt by himself for his own:
Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,
Now these are the Laws of the jungle, and many and mighty are they; |