Four Little Tigers

By Frank Jacobs

Four little tigers
Sitting in a tree;
One became a lady’s coat-
Now there’s only three.

Three little tigers
‘neath a sky of blue;
One became a rich man’s rug-
Now there’s only two.

Two little tigers
Sleeping in the sun
One a hunter’s trophy made-
Now there’s only one.

One little tiger
Waiting to be had;
Oops! He got the hunter first-
Aren’t you kind of glad?

I found this poem in a book years ago and have always wondered who wrote it. Now I know.