One with just elephant skin doesn't the weather bother you?
And then round your neck the wriggly hissing serpent,
How can one approach you without fearful intent?
And lo you are sleeping without a snore;
Will not the snake throttle your neck fair and square.?
That little child a devotee unto thou;
With so much worry and care for you.
Used a Scissors to cut the snake;
All out of love to save your neck.
What is this oh Lord Shiva;
Except your love for your Bhakta.
Shambo Mahadeva
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