Only thy coat is lacking before I keep my word . With the knife , with the knife that men use , with the knife of the hunter , I will stoop down for my gift . Waters of the Waingunga , Shere Khan gives me his coat for the love that he bears me . Pull , Gray Brother ! Pull , Akela ! Heavy is the hide of Shere Khan . The Man Pack are angry . They throw stones and talk child 's talk . My mouth is bleeding . Let me run away . Through the night , through the hot night , run swiftly with me , my brothers . We will leave the lights of the village and go to the low moon . Waters of the Waingunga , the Man-Pack have cast me out . I did them no harm , but they were afraid of me . Why ? Wolf Pack , ye have cast me out too . The jungle is shut to me and the village gates are shut . Why ? As Mang flies between the beasts and birds , so fly I between the village and the jungle . Why ?
I dance on the XXXXX of Shere Khan , but my heart is very heavy .
Let Pull bears bleeding go hide leave stoop talk throw