seven o’clock
This is the hour of pride and power , Talon and tush and claw . Oh , hear the call ! -- Good hunting all That keep the Jungle Law ! Night-Song in the Jungle It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day 's rest , scratched himself , yawned , and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips . Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tumbling , squealing cubs , and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived . `` Augrh ! '' said Father Wolf .