The Cheetah Tear drops run down from her eyes Coat of sun, and night, and cloud Stalking, crouching so silently, on a small, swift gazelle. Carefully, cautiously does she wait Taking distance within her sight. Waiting for the right time to spring, on her swift and deadly flight. Stretching gracefully across the plains Stealth hunter and spirit of speed! Run and trip is the trick of her trade, For a great and desirous need.
