Little Tiger Cat

By Annette Wynne

Little Tiger Cat, with the spotted face,
Do you think you’ve found a baby-jungle place?
Going through the grass, stealthily and slow,
Are you waiting to jump out and scare the folks you know?
And send them running to the house as fast as they can go?
Little Tiger Cat, it’s no use at all,
No matter what you think yourself, you’re rather tame and small,
And with all your hiding and your stern contemplation,
You cannot scare a single one of high or lowly station,
And so, there’s no use trying to be like your wild relation.

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