Tasmanian Tiger

Their stripes are black, their teeth are big,

They are not so small, nor so big,

They hunt their prey in the night,

For in the day they hide away, in the rocky caves.

They stay until the light of day is away.

While they wait they train their cubs

To hunt, to run, to hide from us.

They have a good reason to be scared of us.

We trick them, we cage them, we shoot them and skin them.

We did this for wealth, money and fame.

We did this till they were few, we did this till there were none.

Gone, from the jungles of Tasmania.

But they hope some are out there.

They hope that some still live,

In the jungles of Tasmania.