Living at the Lincoln Park Zoo,
This zebra has the chance to play
In winter's wonderland, I do,
In lots of snow all night and day.
Out in the snow I play the game
With the keepers of hide and seek.
Half of me and snow look the same.
Half of me sticks out, so to speak.
The white of snow puts thoughts in me.
Be I white with black stripes upon,
Or black with white stripes do I be?
Whichever way - good life goes on.
The only sad thing about snow -
There are no black stripes - doncha know!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem