Tigers
Arnav Dasyam | 2nd Grade, Room 22
A little Gray Building
As he lurks upon his prey,
As quiet as a mouse,
The tiger pounces on his kill
And takes it to his house.
But when he swims
In the big, big lake
The whole forest
Seems to wake.
His claws like daggers in the trees,
The wind blows hard instead of a breeze.
The mightiest beast roars
Like the wind he feels,
Running almost as fast
As a cheetah on wheels.
The tiger is the very best,
Stronger than all the rest.
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