In the heart of the jungle, where shadows play,
The tiger roams, a hunter, fierce and bold,
With eyes that pierce the dark of night,
A silent guardian of the ancient wood.

His stripes, a tapestry of sun and shade,
Speak tales of strength and silent grace,
With every step, the forest breathes,
In awe of his majestic, regal pace.

Under moonlit skies, he prowls alone,
A whisper in the wind, a ghostly stride,
Yet in his roar, the jungle listens,
Echoes of might that no one can confide.

Oh, noble tiger, spirit of the wild,
In your gaze, the mysteries unfold,
Keeper of secrets, untamed and free,
Forever the king of the untamed world.