A doggerel series about the countries of the world.
Just east of India we find
This country—Bangladesh—a place
That’s riverine, and we embrace
The lushness by which it’s defined.
Its jungles—full or roars and growls—
And animals we’d love to see—
Though not too close—at least not me:
It’s where the Bengal tiger prowls.
The capital is Dhaka, and
The population’s very dense,
And this has one dark consequence:
There’s poverty throughout the land.
Its textile exports are so vast
That many in the West wear clothes
That come from there (one surely knows?!).
But Bengal tigers? Not surpassed.
Yes, tiger, tiger, burning bright—
His image long had stalked my dreams—
They hunted me near jungle streams—
And dined on me most every night!