Busy natives of jungle named Champaran,
Looked for food under scorching Sun.
As soon as the Sun ceased flaunting its fiery glow,
it disseminated a pinkish hue and sank low
Upon hearing the Lion King's roar,
everyone gathered under the cliff near seashore.
In night they make merry under the Moon
And dance crazily to nightingale’s tunes
They consumed their food while setting some aside
since storing food was a law that everyone has to abide
A group of tigers acted as custodians of an essential key
they stored and locked in a den near an old banyan tree
These loyal creatures kept records of foods
and traded them in exchange for necessary goods.
This practice flourished on trust throughout generations
as loyalty passed from from father to son.
A troop of monkeys showed up with bagful of meal
They mingled with the gullible Tigers for a deal
Cunning ones with sly smiles said “We’ll take a ride to Madagascar.
Get rid of 10 bags of bland tasting meal through barter”
Greedy tigers overlooked everything and citizens were befooled,
and exchanged their hard-earned foods for these deceitful monkeys' bagfuls.
In dead silence at midnight, when even tiger were in middle of dream,
these mischievous monkeys fled after receiving their fair share from this bogus scheme.
The trust that everyone banked upon vanished forever;
Champaran paid dearly for their custodians breach of trust
The King summoned the tigers and commanded for their exile
With loudest ever angry roar ever heard for miles
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