The snake, his mighty head held high
Was all prepared for battle.
So slithering, he made his way
There'd be no fiddle-faddle.
While writhing in the sun-warmed earth
His challenger appeared.
He took one look at those sharp teeth
And knew that he'd be smeared.
But courage made the snake rebel
Against the tiger's size,
For if to win the snake knew that
His lunch would be his prize.
So snaking 'round behind the bush
He planned a sneak attack.
But then he saw a nearby tree
And silently drew back.
He climbed with skill out on a limb
To be above the tiger.
But second thought made him retreat;
He'd climb a little higher.
Quite satisfied in his new place
He thought he was doing well,
Then thought how dreadful it would be
If he accidently fell.
With this in mind he moved again
To the limb he first was on.
But if the tiger saw him there
He would surely soon be gone.
So once again he changed his place
To the grass beneath the tree.
Here he knew the hungry tiger
Could not find or dine on he.
Now the snake was sure he would win.
For wasn't he quite clever?
Had the tiger really a chance
To win the battle, ever?
But looking up the snake saw not
The tiger he'd outwitted.
He hadn't won or even lost:
The tiger had acquitted.