Deep in jungle I am went On shooting Tiger I am bent Bugger Tiger has eaten wife No doubt I avenge poor darling's life
Too much quiet, snakes and leeches But am not fearing these sons of beeches Hearing loud noise I am jump with start But noise is coming from damn fool heart Taking care not to be fright I am clutching rifle with eye to sight Should Tiger come I will fall him down Then like hero return to native town Then through trees I am espying one cave I am telling self - "Rangaswamy be brave" I now proceed with too much care >From nonsense smell of this Tiger's lair My leg is shake, I start to pray I think I shoot Tiger some other day Turning round I am going to go But Tiger giving bloody roar He bounding from cave like shooting star I commend my soul to my Ma Through the jungle I am went Like bullet with Tiger hot on scent Mighty Tiger rave and rant Rangaswamy shit in pant! Must to therefore leave the jungle Killing Tiger one big bungle!! I am telling that never in life I will risk again for damn fool wife. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "EX,GHPS,1988,V.V" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/exghps1988v_v?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
