The Tiger - George Andrews
The Tiger is its own friend
When the time comes to meet that depends
On its evolutionary partner or friend
For a brief moment, its silent is broken
Only to move with extreme stealth and caution
As quick as it came it returns to its notion
It will kill without thought that is for certain
Only to feed for creed and not for greed
It moves with grace, and avoids the rat race
Its roar is appealing and you will be screaming
When you look at it straight in the face
A stroke of its tongue, you will bleed to death
Your feeling for life will then regress
Hoping that this is a dream none the less
The feeling for life you will want as a friend
When the time comes to meet that depends
On its evolutionary partner or friend
For a brief moment, its silent is broken
Only to move with extreme stealth and caution
As quick as it came it returns to its notion
It will kill without thought that is for certain
Only to feed for creed and not for greed
It moves with grace, and avoids the rat race
Its roar is appealing and you will be screaming
When you look at it straight in the face
A stroke of its tongue, you will bleed to death
Your feeling for life will then regress
Hoping that this is a dream none the less
The feeling for life you will want as a friend
