If a Zebra Came Calling
If a zebra came calling, would I let him in?
Bet I would by rule of the chinny chin chin
Where would he sleep? Would he need a feathered bed?
He might not be choosy, my inner thoughts said.
Would this zebra have a name or would I have to name him too?
Would he try to eat my sock, dungarees, overalls and left shoe?
Why do I concern myself about oddities like this?
Would he be a mister, a Mrs. or a sassy Miss?
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