Two tiger cubs had ventured forth,
Exploring just for fun,
This time, went heading to the north,
Beneath the mighty sun...
They came across a tree trunk there,
A few feet tall, no more,
So one climbed up with utmost care,
While one looked on, not sure...
The climber had his claws in deep
And grinned from ear-to-ear,
As skyward, he, began to creep,
Without a trace of fear...
The other thought, 'That's not so hard!
But one's enough for now...'
That's why he waited, for his start,
The other to allow...
Just like the British when they queue,
Respectful, patiently,
That second tiger simply knew,
He, too, must wait and see...
Instead of wild, just like a child,
He looked on, quite impressed!
'It's my turn next! ' he thought and smiled,
'I'll show him who's the best! '
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