The Tiger


Tiger, Tiger, in the night
fills my soul full of fright.
Creeping forwards, with a hunter's stare,
who can resist the strength of your glare ?

Tiger, Tiger, in the streets
who knows if we shall meet ?
Furtively, in the shadows you are stalking,
unawares, we are stood talking.

Tiger, Tiger, in my mind
which thoughts are yours, which are mine ?
In the dark you prowl the gloom,
bringing wonders, or bringing doom ?