This tiger’s stripes are orange and black
But not the furry kind
It has not fangs or ears or claws
Is found in coldest climes
It’s not a creature roaming bush
It’s balled up in a cone
Uniquely found in Canada
We’re proud to call our own
This tiger is an ice cream flavour
A strange delightful mixture
And if you hunt it you will find
A true Canadian fixture
Black licorice is swirled and twirled
In ice cream flavoured orange
I know you’re screwing up your face
This combo sounds quite horrid
I guarantee you’ll be surprised
If you’ll just give a taste
The savory-tart sweetness works
So none will go to waste
So if you haven’t tried it yet
I ask you why you’re waiting
Your taste buds are in for a treat
There’s no use hesitating
If you live in Canada
It’s sure to be on sale
And you’ll be glad you got to grab
This tiger by its tail!