The Tasmanian Tiger

Is it alive or is it not 

The myth goes on and on 

We search for him day and night

But no luck is found

My heart beats faster 

At the thought of you being alive 

As I keep searching for you 

My confidence drains 

I keep being told 

“It's not alive, stop looking”

I'm starting to believe it's true 

If only they hadn't killed you