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AN AFTER BEDTIME STORY
It’s all very quiet. I can’t hear a sound,
Which means that there aren’t any tigers around,
Which is all just as well, for, without any doubt,
It’s not very pleasant with tigers about.
Now they say, if you listen to folks around here,
You’ll never see tigers come anywhere near.
You must go to India, or else Timbuctoo,
Or China, Sri Lanka, or maybe, the Zoo.
Now that’s what they say, but it isn’t so, is it?
Cause one night a tiger paid our house a visit.
I remember it well, goodness me, what a rumpus,
The night that our David got bit on the bumpus.
Now you probably know; if you don’t, you should try it.
When a tiger is biting, it’s hard to keep quiet.
Such screaming and shouting and yelling that night,
The poor, frightened tiger just vanished from sight.
I jumped from my bed, for with all of this noise,
I knew that it had to be one of the boys.
I raced down the hall, threw open the door,
And crashed through a big pile of blocks on the floor.
I sailed through the air, but without any wings,
And said, “Jiminy crickets,” and a few other things.
And David looked up and said, “Daddy, don’t cry.
It’s all right now. Tiger’s gone bye bye.”
“He was right over there, but he went up in smoke.
He was standing beside my new castle you broke.”
“Oh, a tiger it was, was it? Well, I’ll be blessed.
After all that excitement, you must need some rest.”
“So why don’t you try lying quietly back,
And I’ll stand watch here against any attack.”
And after a while, David dropped off to sleep.
Only this time, I hope he’ll see rabbits or sheep.
AN AFTER BEDTIME STORY
It’s all very quiet. I can’t hear a sound,
Which means that there aren’t any tigers around,
Which is all just as well, for, without any doubt,
It’s not very pleasant with tigers about.
Now they say, if you listen to folks around here,
You’ll never see tigers come anywhere near.
You must go to India, or else Timbuctoo,
Or China, Sri Lanka, or maybe, the Zoo.
Now that’s what they say, but it isn’t so, is it?
Cause one night a tiger paid our house a visit.
I remember it well, goodness me, what a rumpus,
The night that our David got bit on the bumpus.
Now you probably know; if you don’t, you should try it.
When a tiger is biting, it’s hard to keep quiet.
Such screaming and shouting and yelling that night,
The poor, frightened tiger just vanished from sight.
I jumped from my bed, for with all of this noise,
I knew that it had to be one of the boys.
I raced down the hall, threw open the door,
And crashed through a big pile of blocks on the floor.
I sailed through the air, but without any wings,
And said, “Jiminy crickets,” and a few other things.
And David looked up and said, “Daddy, don’t cry.
It’s all right now. Tiger’s gone bye bye.”
“He was right over there, but he went up in smoke.
He was standing beside my new castle you broke.”
“Oh, a tiger it was, was it? Well, I’ll be blessed.
After all that excitement, you must need some rest.”
“So why don’t you try lying quietly back,
And I’ll stand watch here against any attack.”
And after a while, David dropped off to sleep.
Only this time, I hope he’ll see rabbits or sheep.