Long was the winding queue,
In it standing was an urchin –
Empty mind an’ empty tummy
Waiting for his lowly luncheon.
In it standing was an urchin –
Empty mind an’ empty tummy
Waiting for his lowly luncheon.
Mind nibbling empty mind,
Tummy pinching at the tummy,
And our urchin in the heat
Standing for a morsel grummy.
Suddenly a lighting bolt
Struck our little hapless lad –
Suddenly he ran away
Leaving people standing sad.
How he ran and ran and ran –
Now alone he was a-searchin,
“I will wait in queue no more.
I will find my own,” said urchin.
Now our lad is roaming wild
In the forest day and night
Now our lad is no more urchin
He is tiger of some might.
Has he found what he was searchin?
I don’t know. He is so wild!
For to know his story, shoot
RFID is his hide.
If you want to know a tiger
Sir, you too hafta be wild.
Urchin missin from the queue –
Born a tiger, urchin died.
