No chorus or bridge. Just a poem put to music and a slide video.

This is based on a poem that Helen wrote. I started the project as a gift for her and with help, its complete. Yep its a long one

God Bless Roy and Helen, Nadia and Dawn

Helen wrote the lyrics, Nadia did the music and played the piano, Dawn the vocals and I made the slide video.








Majestic Tiger

Majestic Tiger in the night
With yellow eyes gleaming bright
He is homeward bound, but first
Must have water, to quench his thirst.

There is a waterhole close by,
One he knows will not be dry.
Quickly, he increases his stride,
The smaller animals run and hide.

However, his mind is not on food,
He is full, and in agreeable mood.
But Tiger, Tiger, do take care,
For evil man has set his snare.

Need of water spurs him on,
His normal caution has now gone.
He bounds forward, there is a snap,
Another victim, of man's trap.

His mighty shriek of pain and fright,
Send others scurrying left and right.
Held fast by his front paw,
By jagged teeth, like a saw.

Thrashing the ground with his tail,
He struggles, but to no avail.
Through the night, his struggles last,
Dawn breaks, he's still held fast.

One more agonised roar of pain,
He tries to escape, yet again.
This time, succeeding with a moan,
As steel teeth, tear through bone.

Exhausted he lays down his head,
For a moment, it seems he's dead.
Until tears trickle from his eyes,
His body shudders, with long sighs.

His severed limb is bleeding badly,
He weakly licks it, but sadly,
He cannot stem the flow of blood,
That pours from him, like a flood.

As this lord of the jungle lays dieing,
The heavens seem to be crying,
As raindrops fall upon his head,
His body heaves and now he's dead.

There's no animal crueller than man,
Killing for pleasure through life’s span.
A Tiger trophy on the wall,
A Tiger skin in the hall.

When you stroke your household cat,
See him sleeping on your mat.
Think how lucky he's so small,
He is Tiger's relative, after all.

'You Have To Kiss A Lot Of Frogs To Find A Prince'