Ya come on strong like a tiger at night,
But you ain’t no feline, when it comes to the fight,
Ya claw an’ ya scratch, with the left an’ the right,
Ya lunge with ya mouth, and ya go for the bite.

In the morning it’s clear as day in the light,
The marks ya make are glaring out bright,
Boy oh boy, do you look a sight!
Ya sure as hell gave me a fright!

Ya rant an’ ya rave, with all ya might,
Ya can’t understand it, the cause of ya plight,
Ya itch an’ ya ache; perhaps it’s some mite?
What the hell is the cure to this damn blight?

In desperation ya try to take flight
But y’all tied down, just like a kite,
Ya chance of escape is nought but slight,
Ya try an’ ya try; an’ ya make it; not quite.

Written by MMTM - 15th Sep ’94