Walking My Tiger Home
Walking my tiger home
Walking my tiger home is a job.
She pulls me down the street for that food at home
She runs like a rabbit pulling me right behind.
It becomes a tug of war she pulling me and I pulling her back.
No cat or dog can stand in her way.
For being only 2 feet tall shes a real tiger when
I walk my tiger home
Copyright © Harold Hunt Sr | Year Posted 2016
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