ZAB

In a land far away, where the grass is green, Lived a zebra named Zab, the most colorful you've seen. With stripes of black and white, oh what a sight, Zab would prance and play from morning till night. Zab loved to roam on the African plains, Running with the herd, amidst the gentle rains. With hooves so strong, he would gallop and stride, Zab the zebra, with grace and pride. His friends were the lions, the giraffes, and the gnus, They would gather together, no matter the news. Zab would tell them stories, of his adventures so grand, Of the places he's been, and the sights he's scanned. But one day, Zab got lost in the tall, tall grass, He searched high and low, but couldn't find his path. With a heavy heart, he let out a cry, But his friends heard his call, and quickly drew nigh. With their help, Zab found his way back home, No longer feeling lost, no longer alone. And from that day forward, Zab was filled with glee, For he knew his friends would always be there, you see. Random page: Ipanema/General Osório