The tiger behind the bars of his cage growls the tiger behind the bars of his cage snarls the tiger behind the bars of his cage roars then he thinks. It would be nice not to be behind bars all the time Because they spoil my view i wish I were wild not on show. But if I were wild hunters might shoot me but if I were wild good might poion me but if I were wild water might drown me then he stops thinking and the tiger behind the bars of his cage growls the tiger behind the bars of his cage snarls the tiger behind the bars of this cage roars.    The Panther      his vison from the constantly passing bars has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else it seems to him there are a thousand bars and behind the bars no world as he paces in caramped circles over and over.