There once was a man named Rulio,

He lived in a hut in a village of Tibet,

He was the bravest man in the village you see,

For he had a tigress named Kuja Souluia as a pet!

Her fur was as white as the snow caps of the mountains,

Her stripes as dark as night,

Her eyes were a pale green,

And they glistened in the daylight,

Rulio had adopted Kuja as a cub,

If he hadn’t she would have died,

She would play with the village children with gentleness,

From the moment Rulio saved her Kuja was his joy and pride,

As she grew she followed her instincts,

Often hunting late at night,

But she never laid a claw on a member of the village,

She understood it wasn’t right,

One evening she came upon a basket in the river,

Made of thatched reed,

She found a small baby,

She knew that the child was in need,

So she lifted the basket,

And gently carried it back,

She brought it to the high priest,

Who had once been afraid of her but now cut some slack,

He saw the goodness in her eyes,

For the eyes are a gateway to the soul,

As a reward for her kindness,

The high priest fed her a big juicy mole,

Everyone knew by this action alone,

That Kuja was a sentimental beast,

For if she wasn’t,

She would have had an infant feast.