Вот говорящее животное, то бишь птичка:Darzee's Chant(Sung in honor of Rikki-tikki-tavi)                Singer and tailor am I--                  Doubled the joys that I know--                Proud of my lilt to the sky,                  Proud of the house that I sew--Over and under, so weave I my music--so weave I the house that I   sew.                Sing to your fledglings again,                  Mother, oh lift up your head!                Evil that plagued us is slain,                  Death in the garden lies dead.Terror that hid in the roses is impotent--flung on the dung-hill  and dead!                Who has delivered us, who?                  Tell me his nest and his name.                Rikki, the valiant, the true,                  Tikki, with eyeballs of flame,Rikk-tikki-tikki, the ivory-fanged, the hunter with eyeballs of   flame!                Give him the Thanks of the Birds,                  Bowing with tail feathers spread!                Praise him with nightingale words--                  Nay, I will praise him instead.Hear!  I will sing you the praise of the bottle-tailed Rikki, with   eyeballs of red!