The Little Tiger

Slikovnicu napisala Vesna Misanovic, ilustrirala Nina Masina (Aleksandra Nina Knezevic)

Slikovnicu izdao: Buybook

ISBN 978-3910368026

Prevod: Profis.ba

On the bus, things seem to shift and sway,

As passengers whisper and move away.

Raising their books, not to be found,

The bus travels, like a library, around.

Some say: "Watch out, he has sharp teeth,"

But they don't know me, below the surface and beneath.

The teeth can be sharp, the tongue as well,

Thoughts can be sharp, that I can tell.

Others whisper: "Watch out, he has big claws,"

But big is good, and I have no flaws.

Big nose, big ears, isn’t it elegant?

Behold my friend, the majestic elephant.

They whisper: "Look at his eyes, how they glow,"

But they don't see who I am, the things I know.

The eyes can be blue, green, or even sad,

“You are the light of my eyes,” says my dad.

Someone whispers: "Just look at his stripes,"

But stripes are just a pattern, not my life.

A zebra has stripes, my aunt carries them proud,

My stripes are fun, let me say it loud.

And they say: "Don't play with him, he'll hurt you with his tail,"

But words can hurt more, and leave their own trail.

Look at a whale, a marvel of course,

It swings its tail with mighty force.

I may look fierce, with my fur so bright,

But I'm just a cub, I don’t want to fight.

Don't be afraid, to judge don’t be quick.

Come and say hi, and you might just pick

A friend for life, a companion on your way,

A little tiger cub, who loves laugh and play.

But when my mom holds me tight and near,

She says: „Don’t fear, my little dear!

You are my tiger, my little star.

Shine bright, so as you are!”