There was a zebra,
Who was very good at Algebra,
He calculated the number of stripes
On his body, not once, but twice,
Just within a minute
Though the number was in double-digit
That too when being chased
By a lioness who was in terrible haste
To kill and eat him -
Yes, this zebra was blessed with strong and supple limbs!
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