Winking, splashing, stamping, the brigade of lofty zebras belted out the third stanza of the zebra national anthem, but no one could remember the words, so they just sang “watermelon”.
Blights of the round table cast funny aspersions on the gleam in Andrea’s eyes. I went to see her but she wasn’t there, said the seventh zebra on the left. She wasn’t there so I waited–three days I waited. The sixth and eighth zebras on the left brayed at the temerity of the seventh zebra. Gone are the days of yesteryear gone by, and a hounds tooth for a jigsaw puzzle.
A zigzag puzzle taught them how to sing, but it couldn’t teach them the words to the third stanza of the zebra national anthem. But these theys were water buffalo after all, so they didn’t care about the words to the zebra national anthem. But they liked how you could stomp four hooves at a time to the carnival rhythm of the music.
Andrea, the kudu, could only admire from afar the fifth water buffalo on the right, eating his juicy watermelon with splendor in the grass.
