The tiger little cub,
You nursed and cuddled,
Play biting your human hand,
With its tender tiger teeth,
Could one day smell a stake,
And snack on your human hand.
I dread a domestic terrorist,
Who drink and from our tables dine,
And is much to all an anarchist.
Of course, we will stay vigilant,
Guarding our abode with eagle eyes,
Looking out for mauling grizzly’s,
And sneaking rattling snakes,
All far out from the woods,
That too our world can endanger.
But, I dread our home grown terror,
Which can inject much venom,
And in our world unleash error.
That pretty little python,
You will wrap around your body,
Which crawls out of its cage,
With no hint and no time to play,
Would wrap around your throat,
And to death will you choak.
I loathe a domestic desperado
Who could alter a gorgeous day
And cannot be my camerado
A domestic terrorist, our neighbor,
We stroke, we hug, we kiss.
Can to kids pass out candy,
But with dagger could, strike,
If we in sleep with both eyes,
Heed not his signs and sounds.
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