Fancy Zebra

Fancy zebra is led by a somber clown boy He knows the presents had better arrive okay There are spies in the woods; one throws out a decoy. But the boy and his zebra remain on their way. Where are the presents? Asks the sinister Roy. He is not one who can easily joke, sing or play. I do not know if this is a casual ask or a ploy. So, I consult with my wise Uncle Jay. I am not telling you what to do, I do not want to annoy But I think that spy is trying to get you to stumble or sway As I pass the guy who tries to act merry and say “ahoy!” I merely reply, in my most strident voice “have a good day!” The stranger asks, were you serious or were you being coy? I pretend then I do not know English and reply with a bray. Roy calls me names like stuck up widdle waddle and Fauntleroy I do not care, and quickly leave his vicinity in a little sashay.