Tigers Forever

May there always be tigers, Lord.

In the jungles and tall grass

May the tiger’s roar be heard,

May his thunder

Be known in the land.

At the forest pool, by moonlight

May he drink and raise his head

Scenting the night wind.

May he crouch low in the grass

When the herdsmen pass,

And slumber in dark caverns

When the sun is high.

May there always be tigers, Lord.

But not so many that one of them

Might be tempted to come into my bedroom

In search of a meal!