The Jungle Book

I realise now just how much life is like a jungle. Which animal are you? 

I am like the tiger. I sit in the shadows, I wait for my prey, then I only strike when the conditions are right.

Perhaps you are like the mocking bird? You sing a different song to make others listen.

You need a different song to the one that plays in your heart.

You keep singing, and when you keep singing, eventually others listen.

You mock the tiger, the lion and the bear.

You mock the snake, deep in your lair.

You mock the heart, the heart in your cage.

But when you sing your song, others listen.

Others listen when a song is sang.

Keep on singing, dear mocking bird.

Keep on singing, and the jungle will rock.

Keep on singing and the snake will slither off.

Press on now. There's work to be done.

The Jungle Book - ending

The rain began to fall again, and for a while it was too misty to see what the troops were doing. They had made a big half-circle across the plain, and were spreading out into a line. That line grew and grew and grew till it was three quarters of a mile long from wing to wing - one solid wall of men, horses, and guns. Then it came on straight toward the Viceroy and the Amir, and as it got nearer the ground began to shake, like the deck of a steamer when the engines are going fast.

Unless you have been there you cannot imagine what a frightening effect this steady come-down of troops has on the spectators, even when they know it is only a review. I looked at the Amir. Up till then he had not shown the shadow of a sign of astonishment or anything else; but now his eyes began to get bigger and bigger, and he picked up the reins on his horse's neck, and looked behind him. For a minute it seemed as though he were going to draw his sword and slash his way out through the English men and women in carriages at the back. Then the advance stopped dead, the ground stood still, the whole line saluted, and thirty bands began to play all together. That was the end of the review, and the regiments went off to their camps in the rain; and an infantry band struck up with - 

The animals went in two by two,

Hurrah!

The animals went in two by two,

The elephant and the battery mul',

and they all got into the Ark,

For to get out of the rain!

Then I heard an old, grizzled, long-haired Central Asian chief, who had come down with the Amir, asking questions of a native officer.

"Now," said he, "in what manner was this wonderful thing done?"

And the officer answered, "There was an order and they obeyed."

"But are the beasts as wise as the men?" said the chief.

"They obey, as the men do. Mule, horse, elephant, or bullock, he obeys his driver, and the driver his sergeant, and the sergeant his lieutenants, and the lieutenant his captain, and the captain his major, and the major his colonel, and the colonel his brigadier commanding three regiments, and the brigadier his general, who obeys the Viceroy, who is the servant of the Empress. Thus it is done."

"Would it were so in Afghanistan!" said the chief; "for there we obey only our own wills."

"And for that reason," said the native officer, twirling his mustache, "your Amir whom you do not obey must come here and take orders from our Viceroy."