Margaret Tiger-Rug

Lyrics

It's Margaret, the daring songwriter She's got muscles in her eyes She's got everything going for her there So take a ride on her pen, step inside Well, there goes Margaret, the daring ice skater She skates the truth on the ice If she wasn't so daring and dashing Her lips would be chapped at half the price It appears I sent you off to treatment With the tiger by the tail And if he could be free He wouldn't have stripes on him like jail Jailer comes in twice a day And feeds him a hunk of meat That is just the same As you get upon the street Jungle's home Why isn't he free? Just because his head is doesn't mean his limbs are That can mean the same as a monkey on a tree