theres a tiger in my kitchen
There is a tiger in my kitchen
And he’s ’n, ’n, ’n.
He says his tail is itch’n,
This tiger in my kitchen
I run toward the back door, I am not snitch’n
But I am a tiny bit fearful of the tiger in my kitchen
I don’t want to be ’n, says the tiger in my kitchen
But could you please give me a scratch? My tail is itch’n.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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