Here's my rewrite--which goes out to the "grown-up" who wrote the rhyme:The tiger reclines in the simmering jungle,The sparrow has silenced her cheep.
F——your stuffed bear, I’m not getting you s——,
Close your eyes. Cut the crap. Sleep.
The culture declines in a festering swamp,The vulgarians swear and go, "Heh!"
F——your bestseller, I’m not buying your s——,
Shame on you. Cut the crap. Feh!