If me little Mowgli badly dressed,
me only born in elephant's nest,
me only know what elephants know,
so me little Mowgli little bit slow,
me so provincial,
me simply lackin' time,
knowledge of Winchell
and old old Macintyre,
me don't know yet what the
sickle's maw is,
me never get to Elsa Maxwell's parties,
We simply play in the jungle,
hey, all day, speaking of the hay, say,
when me Mowgli loves.
When me little Mowgli -owgli
fall in love,
the love seen me throw is so bold,
even cold,
for Mama to go on a spree.
When me, Mowgli loves.
When the jungle hear little
Mowgli love and bow,
All the elephants race to the place
and huddle around.
And they stay till the dawn,
Every guest with his best binoculars,
All just to see me, Mowgli loves.
And though Friend Will Hayes
say that Mowgli's ways
are the roughest he ever met,
An d though Emily Post
called me hell of a host
in a book on etiquette,
Yet every star shining above
just danced with glee
when me Mowgli's lost.