My prince of tigers, who knows how to stalk,
In terrible dignity, the grizzly mouse,
That lurking thief of granaries, that louse:
Richard the Lionhearted! You are my hawk!
You make the fierce foe scatter and squeak and squawk.
You chastise them from their tipsy carouse;
For these gray ruffians all sup and bowse
And batten on our batter, and jaywalk.
I know that any time I hear you meow,
If I glimpse a crazed mouse gnawing a meal,
I need not fear: you're here: you are the law;
And you, my prince of tigers, you prove how
The minions of the devil skitter and squeal
At the stern touch of God's majestic paw.
Copyright 1995 Anissa Nedzel Gage
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