Once there was a tiger named Lily,
Cats of the jungle thought the name was silly,
But Lily was delicate like a wild flower,
And from her beauty came her power.
She liked to dance and sing and smile
And stop to smell the Lilies awhile.
Her stripes were dainty like an artist.
Her orange fur was soft and felt the smartest.
She only roared when she was scared,
And she tried to always be prepared
For the woes of the jungle to come her way.
She gave flowers to enemies any old day.
So if you meet her on your travels,
Take her flower as time unravels.
It will keep you strong and kind.
A tiger named Lily is quite a find.
Copyright 2020 Jennifer Waters