Tiger, tiger! your aim is right
In the forest with a fight.
You have fearful symmetry to Playful hunters
Where have you hidden your cubs?
Those are trained to play in the bloody tubs
Your golden era is nearby and your tigress
Awaits your speedy arrival.
Your arms are strong
And your strides are long
You move in for the kill with a will
And your victim gets vexed by your strategy.
The world target preserving your vestige
Something traditional to our country's prestige
All voice gathers now sharpening your survival
Applause heap on for your revival.
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