Ann Mortifee Tyger! Tyger!
Tyger, tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Tyger, tyger please beware
Of human creatures lurking there
Tyger, tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night
Did he smile his handiwork to see
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger, tyger please beware
Of human creatures lurking there
Tyger, tyger burning bright
