I used to be a weird little girl
Who'd rather play with lizards than pearls.
In the fifth grade I had an obsession with tigers
Almost as strong as Napoleon with ligers.
Now I'm seventeen and bombarded with questions
about my future then I'm given several suggestions.
I say I want to study Biology, and become a vet.
that doesn't take care of any old pet,
I want to work with my exotic friends.
I want to help the big cats escape the small fence.
Not to attack the all the little tourists that watch
But because their confinement is a kick in the crotch.
These captive beasts need human help to survive,
But their new homes shall rehabilitate their wild drive.
I have a dream for these big cats,
To walk hand in hand with the rats.
Or atleast for the imprisoned creatures
To roam and explore a habbit with healthier features.
I know these dreams are large,
But I might as well shoot for the stars.
My mom doesn't think I'll last through all the school,
And if I make it that far, she hopes I just analyze stool.
Working with big cats would be exciting,
And my mother and I hope I can escape their biting.