Hello Tiger, here you sit with a silly face.
Why are you sad? You have a special place.
In my world you represent the time
of a Saturday evening of laughter and wine.
I saw you at a carnival game,
we won, and home with me you came.
Sitting in my room on a special chest,
cheering me as I lay to rest.
You’re large and you’re furry, nice to own,
stuffed softly without a single bone.
But a heart you have, for it is mine,
a fondness of you to remember the time.
The Saturday Night of carnival fun,
bringing you home at the setting sun.
copyrighted: 1988 CMM