I am a tiger running free
Orange, White and Black
That is me
I hunt for my praise
Waking up from a deep dark daze
My colours shine bright
My eyes glow at night
I stand at my hill proud
Roaring like a king ever so loud
I love to sleep
And roam in the deep
I sprint rather fast
You wouldn’t even know I had past
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