Making a choice on behalf of a pet. 36 LINES |
I'm at the border between Botswana and Namibia Looking for a bride for my pet Zebra You see, my Zebra, he wants to get hitched But his parents, they're old-fashioned and strict. They insist on the best bred bride for their son One who earns her stripes, doesn't just have fun. She has to be from one of the old tribes She has to give wonderfully good vibes. My zebra, he doesn't like to travel So this dilemma I must unravel I must interview zebra Moms and Dads Is their daughter up with the latest fads? Then my zebra will like her, his parents will frown A hooves-up from one means the other hooves-down So I am at the zebra crossing And my mind is turning and tossing. This one's pretty, this ones smart This one bakes good apple tart. This one's comments are black and white This one needs to always be right. Heck, I'm single because I couldn't decide I couldn't pick myself a bride! Now I'm picking one for my pet And anything, to you I'll bet That when they see my choice Everyone, with one voice, Will bray (what is it zebras do?) "HEY, what's wrong with you?" And they'll point out all the faults And the to-be-bride will revolt. Then she'll go back home to mother And I'll have to begin again and find another! Wait, here she is, the perfect doll I think I'll get on a skype call Oh, they like her, she's family now! My feelings? Relieved, and how! |