We zebras do like snow, we do,
For a fun playground sure enough,
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
Over a foot of the white stuff.
And outside in it we do go,
Playing a game of hide and seek,
Easily hiding in the snow
In so much white out so to speak.
So many hiding places that
Are here when all this snow's around,
Dumped on the outside habitat,
Making a snowfall fun playground.
We seek each other with delight,
Seeking black stripes in all the white.
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