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The Tyger (Spoof)
Tyger, tyger, burning bright,
Look at you, you're quite a sight!
You're ill! You must have caught the flu
From children at the petting zoo!
Your nose is red; your eyes are sore;
Your fur is dull and wait, there's more!
That tyger's dying, almost dead,
A box of tissues by his bed.
A priest was called during the night
(To give the tyger his Last Rights) ,
He DIDN'T die (at least, not then)
With life support and vicodin.
He's clinging onto life right now
(A doctor's coming, anyhow)
He's here! With notepad and a pen
He comes into ...