The terrible tiger woke at dawn,/ he scratched his stomach,/ he yawned a yawn./ He rubbed his eyes,/ then yawned again,/ and...

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THE TERRIBLE TIGER

The terrible tiger woke at dawn,/ he scratched his stomach,/ he yawned a yawn./ He rubbed his eyes,/ then yawned again,/ and terribly left his terrible den."" With mounting momentum in word-gamey rhyme he breakfasts on grocer, then baker, then farmer. Then tailor -- but tailor is shrewder than he, and uses his scissors to set himself free. The terrible tiger, enraged but unfazed, goes loping along resuming his song: ""And anyone who comes my way/ I'll surely swallow down today,/ except the tailor,/ for at best/ he isn't easy/ to digest."" On guard for Prelutsky's inscrutable end--""But otherwise I'll eat them all. . . ."" In a funny-faced jungle of black-and-white with terrible-tiger-tangerine, indeed, ""the most terrible,/ terrible, terrible/ tiger that ever has been."" (That's a compliment.)

Pub Date: March 9, 1970

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Macmillan

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 1970

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