He is a graceful hunter, strong, free, and bold.
He calls the wild jungle his and claims the mold.
Inimitable courage and fierce fire he emanates;
A sense of respect and fear unlike another creates.
He perceives his prey, but it perceives but nought,
For his sinews stretch as he hides from what he sought.
Concealed in a coat with stripes of flame and black.
In Asian grass, flawless camouflage hides his attack.
A flowing spring o’er grass and the hunter has his prey.
Meat devoured, he stalks his territory by day.
In the confines of his pale chest beats a fell heart.
In his luminous golden eyes lurks a noble heart.
Who is the king of the Asian forest and plain?
Who strides on velvet paws, the antelope’s bane?
He is lord of the grassy jungle, he is a tiger.
He is a bright flame, he is an Asian fire.
He is a graceful hunter, strong, free, and bold.
He calls the wild jungle his and claims the mold.