A doggerel series
about the countries of the world.
Bangladesh.
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!
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