Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
Doth a frightened piglet hide
Inside thy outward fearsome pride?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the lustfire of thine eyes?
With what "schwings" do you aspire?
With which hand dare seize desire?
What soft shoulder, on yon tart,
Could stiff thy shlong and beat thy heart?
And when thy heart pumped up thy meat,
Tyger, Tyger, got cold feet?