Tigers, Tigers around me
Yellow, Orange, Black they be.
Graceful beauty dwells without
the, stripes, the lean lines they cut out-
A figure swift, a figure fast,
an animal coolest to the last.
As keen and cunning fills their eyes
they'll pounce, attack with sole suprise

Falling on their startled prey
with all the horror, they can slay.
Scratches on your arm, your wrist,
your hurting body lies there kissed-
By Magnificence and surely might,
their keen their cunning, their snarl
and fight!