The paintings and pictures are not original.

Lazing in the wilderness
Were the lolling deer
r lurked behind
The Big cats in the rear;
Waiting for a chance
When they could fiercely prance.
A bagful of oranges with me I had
I thus embarked on an idea, not too bad.
One by one into the tigers’ mouth I shot
Like a ball into the basket caught.
They squelched and munched and savored
Cleverly I maneuvered.
No sooner they went a rolling
Inebriate by the juice so stalling.
The tigers then kept mum
Their bellies looked a bulging drum.
They said they’ll no more eat deer
Wherefore shall I now get oranges, I fear.
Now I must act quick you see,
To let not the tigers picnic me
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