Paper, paper, paper tigers
Brittle hearts with souls of fire
Papercuts that slit no further
Than all the power you desire.
Though you wished your stripes ran deeper
You gnarl your teeth like rusty daggers
When the wind speaks your stakes are dire
Paper, paper, paper tigers.
Unfold feebly for steady fingers
Your crippling dreams of pyrophobia
Each crease eager for a wishing star
You paper, paper, paper tiger.