• A tiger, wonderful a creature grand
    A hunter laying in the tall still grass
    A teacher to cubs as soon as they stand
    There is not one thing they can not surpass

    Majestic, graceful as it moves around
    It hides in tall grass in the light of day
    It roams its territory without sound
    So quiet, stealthy as it stalks its prey

    It rules the jungle, power and grace
    It kills for the meat and not just for thrill
    The tiger, dignity upon its face
    Apparent beauty as it sits so still

    A powerful cat and a pretty face
    It is a mix of beauty and grace