There goes Tigger, sniffing that fake flower again.
Shes a tiger, she ends up eating all of them,
can’t you see she needs a friend,
when she comes up to you and rubs your leg?

There she is,
knocking over the green vase,
can’t you see,
the look on her face?

By goes Tigger,
shaking her behind as she walks,
can’t you see,
that Tigger is a tiger at heart?