The Tiger never seems to know
Where he may be allowed to go.
When little children say their prayers,
They hear him padding up the stairs.
When other people are in bed,
He roams about the room instead.
And if you wake and strike a light.
Resents this action with a bite.
And if you try and call your nurse,
It only makes the matter worse.
(This original accompanying poem, pertaining to the image, will be included with your print. Firstly, a copy neatly pasted to the rear of the backing board, and a copy as a separate sheet for your reference.)
