The Tiger must nurture himself
He is neither proud nor ashamed
For he is content with his wounds
And the prey he has claimed.

The Tiger is glad for his prize
His body is scarred but the day is done
Many battles he has lost before
But this time he has won.

Pride is for the lion, annointed for only one kill
But the Tiger strives on with an endless will
His roar is not great and of glory he has none
Yet the Tiger will be there, when all else are done.