Anyone remember reading a poem with the line, ...but I don't know where Mowgli is...?

http://www.ehow.com/how_7346249_public-domain-poem...

Just Googling obscure poetry I came up with this site. Not exhaustive by any means. Most poets are egotistical and want to be read so if you want to find it, I would wait a month or so and ask your question with just...I don't know where Mowgli is...Perhaps the author will google it at some point and get back to you. Good luck!

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