They call me the tiger's twitch
Just a tiny little itch
I start right at his tail's tip
To that place behind his hip
Up and down his tiger spine
Tickling him, I make him whine
He runs around and tries to find
That twitch of the itchy kind
Tiger rubs against a tree
Trying to get rid of me
I fly off onto his head
Twitching something tiger's dread
Roars of laughter and disdain
Tiger looks to be in pain
When I feel he's had enough
I leave, somewhat in a huff
Now alone I search the land
For a tiger's back to stand
Next time tiger grins with glee
Know he's being twitched by me
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