Stripes In The Snow

The tiger and the cub traipsed on, Stripes in the snow so cold, They knew it wouldn't soon be gone And had them in its hold... For Winter's such a cruel thing, It lingers for so long, Till God be praised, it turns to Spring, Which helps us to be strong... So tigers have the same hope, too, Enduring day by day, Determined, thus, to see it through, Till Winter's swept away... The tiger lapped cold water up, To show what must be done, To help that freezing tiny cub Who sensed it wasn't fun... And right enough, each drink turned out, My word, their stomachs froze, So they were glad they turned about And brought that to a close... They walked away, quite mortified, Traipsed on, stripes in the snow, Not thankful for the drinks supplied, Still cold from head to toe...