Kito - Lincoln Park Zoo - Poem by Ima Ryma
Hi, I'm Kito, a zebra colt,
Born in August, two thousand twelve.
Guess I'm a Leo - that's a jolt.
Zebras don't like lions to delve
Into our space, on the hunch
The lion is just looking for
A zebra to order for lunch.
A Grevy zebra named of yore
For some past President of France.
Just call me Kito, meaning jewel.
At Lincoln Park Zoo, I do prance.
Weather changes, but life is cool.
Come by and you can watch me play,
Kicking, nibbling my ball of hay.
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