Tigers Walk

by Charlottei aged 7

Tigers walk at darkest night,
giving the other animals a frightful fright.
When it comes the tigers rest,
looking up at the birdie’s nest.
Playing and playing the tiger cubs dance,
thinking that they’re already in France.
When they are there, the people of France
give them an enormous pear.
They go back home to their green, grassy lair,
waiting for Dad to give them a tasty share.

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