Royal Highness Sheen,
Of It Never Ever Lost,
Before the King of Forest;
With Coloured Stripes,
And Valour of Strides,
It is the Earth's Fastest;
With Smooth Shiny Skin,
If Not Mane of Prestige,
It is still the Terror of Forest;
It's Skin Was for Penance,
Head Hung in Warrior Homes,
Jaws & Claws for Weaponary;
Itself the Wild Wide Threat,
Couldn't Escape the Greed,
Of Poaching & Trafficking;
Tigers, Panthers, Leopards,
Of The Majestic Cat Class,
In a Pity Poor Cage Clause;
World of Wild Life No Wild,
Without a Tiger & Tigress,
Dating Together on a Hunt;
Zoos & Reserve Forests,
Tricky Little Safety Steps,
No Smuggling Stoppage;
No Where to Run Wild,
No Thick Wild to Hide Safe,
Jungles in Shambles;
Few Thousand Just Left,
Facing Extinction Crisis,
Their Survival In Our Hands!
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