The Tiger's gone, that best to prey
His passing need cause no dismay.
For sad to say the awful beast
Has made his cruel bloody feast
On many a cherished lay.

On verse libre crude or refined
Oft has the hungry Tiger dined.
And all our free and modern stuff
Has always been a bit too rough
For his straight laced mind.

The Tiger's gone, but he has left
At least a couple hearts bereft
The ladies miss him far away
One word on his fine art we'll say
His touch was very deft.

Carcajou