The metal rabbit
The last roar
The tiger runs its course
It doesn't want to go
Into the jungle be ordinarily
The perks and wants
The tiger will lose it all
With its fury and jealousy
It creates havoc for the last time
The tail tracks will be left over
Sowing its destruction of lives and properties
Leaving memories of sorrow and sadness
Littered openly in floods and accidents
Defects in its handiwork
The paws of destruction ruins
The sign of greed and aggressiveness
It makes the people angry wanting change
It runs back to the jungle
With tail swinging of its marks
Licking its wounds roaring in the woods
The rabbits jump out....
“Who's calling me?”
They jump out of its hole
They check their calendar
“Aiyoh it's our time!”
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