Regal Orange

In a land far away,
Where every pig flies,
Today is the day,
The last human dies.
That land is ruled by,
A tiger in clothes.
He may be shy,
But beware of his claws.
Don't be afraid of him,
But fear,
His teeth that glint,
When you are near.
He'll listen well,
Head cocked to one side.
Should his head be straight, hell,
You've already died.
Should his jet black eyes,
Lock on your own.
Should he blink thrice,
And unsheathed claws be shown.
Should his orange fur,
Prickle on his back,
If his hackles raise,
Prepare for attack.
For the last of our kind,
Died by his hand,
So manners you should mind,
When before him you stand.