When i go to the shops
I walk down the road
And stop at the place
Where the zebra is lying
Flat on its back
In the middle of the road
Opposite the newsagents
When i step carefully
On its back
All the traffics stops
And the zebra carries me safely
Across the road .
When ive done my shopping
Its still there
Waiting to carry me safely
Back across the road again .
I dont know how
Id cross the road
Without my zebra .
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