The Mongoose dances with the Cobra Bending and twitching, it looked like yoga One little ***** of those poisons fangs Will leave it dying in ravenous pain The Mongoose so small and frail It looks like the dance with the Cobra is sure to fail The jumping and striking is memorizing to watch Looking exhausted they raise it up a notch A dance to the death is the show before me The Cobra's hood is all I can see He sways from side to side trying to hypnotize But I can hear the Mongoose's chattering cries Bouncing back and fourth on legs of springs The Cobra strikes, you can hear the zing The Mongoose is to fast, to the side it jumps Then comes the bone crushing crunch As the snakes body curls in on it's self into a ball Looks like the mongoose won after all
So even if you think of yourself as small Be the mongoose when problems come to call