Tiger bone wine (hu gu jiu) pinyin

Vietnam the place Lam Dong
And In a shop was stored
A tiger in an aquarium
And another in deep freeze
The culprit he was
Arrested and fined
A lot of dong
It takes 8 years
To create this wine
And of course its wholly wrong

It began back in the Han Dynasty
500 AD
And really it resurfaced
In 1980
a time when the middle classes
Were gaining money and
Wanted to take advantage
Right across the land
Tigers are in short supply
And thats because we see
Them being hunted and murdered
For this awful quackery

The potency was all to do
With wildness but we saw
With so many being slaughtered
Wanting to make more
They saw the birth of tiger farms
In 1986
Basically they were known as zoo’s
Which knocked the meds for six

Need is that live tigers
Feed themselves from the wild
They chose their food
They catch their food
And their energy is styled
On much more “yang” nutrition
Whereas farms extraordinarily
Tend to use boiled chickens
Which are weakening and be

Wrong really on all counts
For the farmed tigers
Are weak
Weedy and emasculated
Caged up, far below their peek
Use made of such animals
Does not activate or mean
Its empty and its pointless
And when using them its obscene
The efficacy was questionable
And with Tiger numbers falling
They carried on making the Tiger Wine
But then they were not calling

It Tiger Bone it was labelled
Tonic Wine thats all
And they were using zoo animals
And Lion bones a big haul
Of them were shipped to Viet Nam
From South Africa and there
They processed bones into
Tiger Cake lion monkey turtle
Fair

Rheumatism and Arthritis
And general weakness was
Historically the ailments
And now it was because
They had killed off most of the Tigers
And the black marketeers
Were making a small fortune
And lying it appears

There is an awful lot of suffering
Trophy hunters too
And Poachers are still trapping
And what we have seen they do
Is falsify the labelling
Using and abusing souls
Such a wretched life for them
Caged up every day
Fed on chilled and frozen meats
And with their health they pay

Its a cruel and nasty business
Its tactless and its wrong
Its gross impropriety
Tigers don’t belong
In dirty filthy cramped up cages
The food so often rank
Their babies taken from them
More money in the bank

The Vietnamese who kept the
Tigers was a hopeless case
A wicked sinful thoughtless troll
Moral virtues not a trace
No consciousness to think of
An angel never he
To imagine what those animals felt
With their integrity

An all for some elixir
Some curative of sorts
Obdurate and stubborn
Unashamed and hopeless
As evil as can be
with dreadful thoughts
Those poor tigers
Abandoned at the end
All I can say
Is that so called
rotten Vietnamese
Should have in reality
Not been fined
But ended the same way

Pickled and dumped
In a sewer