SOME STONES ARE BETTER LEFT UNTURNED

In ancient times the tiger roamed;

Rivers, mountains, valleys he owned.

He stalked his prey with strength and claw,

And always respected jungle law.

In black and gold, majestic beast

Who hunted game, his favourite feast.

But while in slumber the rules changed,

For man now rules nature's reign.

For the tiger never knew of danger

Until man arrived a total stranger,

And with the invention of the gun,

Tigers were slaughtered one by one.

If only one could turn back time

To undo Man's senseless crime;

To witness the tiger roaming free,

King of the jungle for all to see,

To how life was and how life should be....

For that majestic beast, black and gold.