Tiger

Tiger Tiger
all’s not right
everywhere
we see little sight
of you dear tiger
and if we do
someone’s out there
shooting you

the big games agents
take their cut
organize your death
some mutt
will pay a ransom
for your head
and shoot and shoot
until your dead

the, canned hunters
those sicko’s
now’t between their ears
or toes
again they pay
3000 quid
and some zoo creature
takes the lid
off the cage
and sets you free
so some arse ole
knows where you be

Tiger Tiger
all’s not right
the poachers they come
in the night
TCM is on your case
its your bones and whiskers
what a disgrace
really you don’t’ stand
a chance
machine gun poachers
do the dance
for the markets in Taiwan
China and Vietnam
the gun
is aimed at you
what chance is there
Tiger Tiger
its not fair!