The Tiger Sleeps
Author: Don Fraser


Tonight the tiger sleeps.
In the day through the jungle,
He creeps,

He hunts and kills.
These are,
His skills.

He must eat,
Or go down,
In defeat.

He roams the jungle all day,
He never has time,
To play.

He must have fresh meat,
He kills every animal,
That he does meet.

He is the king of the Asian jungle,
Of his life,
He would seldom bungle.

Of life he will endure,
He will go on, of that,
You can be sure.


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