Tracy was a ball of fire
The danger had raised his ire
Now he wanted to a attack the clown
Where before he just backed down
Still forgotten strapped to his wrist
Was the device to call for an assist
At the behest of Mr. Pops
(he’s the one who called the cops)
The officer approached the cage
As the tiger snarled out it’s rage
In the background there was swearing
Because Ringos hat he was wearing
Warned as to what he might see
He stepped rather hesitantly
What grisly sight would he behold
What horrors were to unfold
But just between me and you
I’m thinking it’s tiger poo.
Tracy was a ball of fire The danger had raised his ire Now he wanted to a attack the clown Where before he just backed down Still forgotten strapped to his wrist Was the device to call for an assist At the behest of Mr. Pops (he’s the one who called the cops) The officer approached the cage As the tiger snarled out it’s rage In the background there was swearing Because Ringos hat he was wearing Warned as to what he might see He stepped rather hesitantly What grisly sight would he behold What horrors were to unfold But just between me and you I’m thinking it’s tiger poo.