Call Me Zebra

The hot savannah in late September Too far back to quite remember Born in plains surrounded by the sands An oasis of the treeless woodlands To be uniquely chic I always tried Yet it never showed on my solid hide One day hiding from cheetahs in tall grass With my stubborn cousin, (he’s an ass) I noticed our complete lack of camouflage And sparked an idea fleeing their barrage We zig-zagged an escape from jaws and paws And set to work on my mono-color flaws Happily braying proud a-ha’s from my pipes I trotted around showing off new painted stripes Blending in reeds better than a horse Looking suave and stylish too, of course Jealous mammals barely keep control When I strut my stuff at the watering hole Drooling and licking lips in envy Carnivores can’t keep their eyes off me So to boring old coats, hasta la vista Now I’m a savvy equine fashionista Savannah’s newly striped and charming Libra Hey lion’s and hyena’s, you can call me Zebra *Wink* *Sassy mane toss* …..*RUUUN!