Law Of The Bungle - Jethro Tull

The tiger flashes sharpened teeth

Bowler-hatted;

summer briefs

Beneath his pinstriped skin

To kill demands a business sense;

Economy moves non-residence

Approaching from down-wind

Being a tiger means you laugh

Whenever lesser tigers have

To eat meat that’s infected

Being a tiger means your mate

When overfed will defecate

In places least expected

Knowing a tiger means you must

Accept his promise of mutual trust

And offer him your throat

Loving a tiger means you take

Second place to the cake you bake

And with undying servile obedience

Keep the stiffly starched collar

Of his conference shirt spotless

And remove daily the daubed bloody

Evidence of his dastardly misdeeds

From the otherwise immaculate elegance

Of his pinstripe tiger coat

Period