Look at my stripes,
Look at their black.
Is it fact or is it fiction?
I might eat sugar cane,
I lack a gold mane.
Was that me?
There is no key. Or is there?
Look at those footprints in the mud,
Look at that break through the shrub.
I have an orange coat,
And sometimes I’ll eat villager’s goats.
I am the tiger.
SHANT ATMAN 