The tiger did say to the leopard, "Why look at our glorious fur! I admire your spots, But at stripes I must purr! For beauty, well we do have lots!
The leopard responded, "Yes I quite agree, (although spots are the key) But if you look there, Through the trees, what a scare! It's the panther! The she without beauty!
The panther was plain, She was small, she was slim, And she looked on at the others in vain, For her fur it was plain, it was grey, it was grim And she knew that she'd never be bold.
The others were proud Their patterns were bright, But she was not, she was as dark as a cloud As she looked at the others, she thought they were right, "I am not pretty, I do not have dots I am not honoured with stripes or spots, I'm not like the cheetah, I'm far from the lion To the other's I'm merely, A cat they should shun."
She thought she was wrong Something that shouldn't exist For she felt it didn't matter if she was fast or strong. She knew that she'd never, truly and really Be part of it, at least not at all easily.
But, as she took to the forest to hunt, But as sun disappeared, the sky became grey She noticed a deer, crouched up in front, But the tiger, he hunted, as bright as a ray, But his colours and brightness scared the deer away!
The tiger was fast, but he was too bright! He stood out from the dark like a light in the night. But the panther was dark, she could disappear! And the deer didn't notice, as she crept near.
When she returned the cats were in awe, "We've never seen hunting like that before! We thrive in the day, but during the night We find it so hard, in spite of our sight, Our colours are bright, we stand out like a spark, But you can blend in to the grey of the dark!
And from that day on, the panther was glad, She could be who she was, and not feel bad. She was dark as the night, and proud of it to, For her fur no longer made her feel weak, She was different, she was bold, and she was unique.