Law Of The Bungle - Jethro Tull

The tiger flashes sharpened teeth.
Bowler-hatted; summer briefs beneath his pinstriped skin.
To kill demands a business sense;
Economy moves non-residence approaching from down-wind.
Being a tiger means you laugh
Whenever lesser tigers have to eat meat that's infected.
Being a tiger means your mate
When overfed will defecate in places least expected.

Knowing a tiger means you must
Accept his promise of mutual trust
And offer him your throat.

Loving a tiger means you take second place to the cake you bake 
(Spoken:) and with undying servile obedience keep the stiffly starched collar of his conference shirt spotless and remove daily the daubed bloody  evidence of his dastardly misdeeds from the otherwise immaculate elegance of his pinstripe tiger coat.
Period.