You will hear me roar
You will see me soar
I am your dream
You don’t need cream
Everyone will be scared
You won’t be dared
They will run knowing who you are
You don’t even need to drive them off with your car
You are the king of the jungle
When they look at you they will bungle
We all know you
We want to be a part of your crew
The only place you will ever see is the inside of a tiger
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I think maybe you should have another go at this poem, Batsheba, and see if you can get it to make a little more sense.