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?