Human
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright,
In the forest of the night
Though we have heard this before
And many a lore
About the Tiger
And the list grows longer
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry
Written by William Blake
When trying to create
Another poem
To add to the home
Of Tiger stories, fiction or true
And many tiger lives have been claimed by a simple pew-pew

Tiger
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright,
In the forest of the night
I know not of what he speaks
And now the tiger seeks
To tell you
Of what is true
About me
Not the hunter in the tree
But on the ground
And with a mighty pound
Run in the night and day
Free and gay
We tigers do not “burn bright”
Though we do show our awesome might
What immortal hand or ye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry
Most tigers will no harm
Those that will not alarm
We allow those of peace to try
To draw our “fearful” symmetry