The birds were delighted and so was the pup, 

 But Tiger could find no delight 

 In fighting to get 

 The birds that he eat 

 To solace his appetite. 



He wasn't a fighter except in defence, 



But the pup was a gusher galore, 

 And Tiger soon found 

 That his bird hunting ground 



Was scarcely the same as before. 



The pup and the cat had many a round, 



And the sparrows all stood for the pup, 



Till not long ago 



The pup had the show 

 And the jig of old Tiger went up. 



One morning the sparrows descried him dead, 

 And they raised such a din of delight 



That the cop on the beat 



Ran off of his feet 

 To bring the Reserves to the fight. 



Every sparrow swooped down on Tiger's remains 

 And they pecked and they clawed at the same 

 So savagely glad 

 That the bull pup grew sad 

 And rebuked them, remarking, "For shame." 



But little they recked o'er the ruin he'd wrought, 

 While ripping the dead Tiger up. 



And sad to relate 



They propose to create 

 A saint of their friend the bull pup. 



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