Son of Bengal vs A Bengal Tiger

Through the jongole I am went

On shooting Tiger I am bent

Bugger Tiger has eaten wife

No doubt I will avenge poor darling’s life

Too much quiet, snakes and leeches

But am not feared these sons of beeches

Hearing loud noise I am jump with start

But noise is coming from damn fool heart

Taking care not to be fright

I am clutching rifle with eye to sight

Should Tiger come I will fall him down

Then like hero return to native town

Then through trees I am espying one cave

I am telling self – “Bholanath be brave”

I now proceed with too much care

From nonsense smell this Tiger’s lair

My leg is shake, I start to pray

I think I shoot Tiger some other day

Turning round I am going to go

But Tiger giving bloody roar

He bounding from cave like shooting star

I commend my soul to Kali Ma

Through the jungle I am went

Like bullet with Tiger hot on scent

I am a telling that never in life

I will risk again for damn fool wife