Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright!
I see thee holy in the night,
This for that, and that for this,
Shoot the gun,
And never miss!
A sillier poem there will never be,
And Tyger! Tyger! this poem’s for thee.
The first stuffed toy I ever owned was a tiger. It was almost as big as me the first time I remember it. I got it from Mom and Dad sometime before I started remembering things in my life.
When my oldest son was born I bought him a stuffed toy tiger. It was bigger than he was at the start. I don’t know why, but now that my son is a Marine in dress blues, looking spiffy and military trained… It just seemed important to remember a toy tiger.
Catch a Falling Star 