Born to be wild

There are in the Highlands
wandering wild
the last of the big cats
meek and mild

They skulk in the shadows
timorously
so quiet and quick
nobody can see

Like oversized tabbys
with blunt,stubby tails
and enough attitude
to put them in jail

With razor sharp claws
to bring down their prey
and a lethal bite
so forever they lay

They run at speeds
of thirty miles an hour
like African tigers
with explosive power

But less than four hundred
live in Scotland today
let's do what we can
so they don't go away