Zachary the
Zef
Zebra

Zachary the Zef Zebra
had a touch of cabin fever.
Jislaaik ous, I’ve got the blues!
Let’s go get some cool tattoos.
I’m sick of stripes, I want a spiral.
I scheme this new look could go viral.”

Now Zach the Zef and his herd
call themselves ‘Die Woord’ or ‘Word’.
They’re always seen out in their jammies,
their manes are mullets, they swear at grannies.
They drink brandy for their breakfast,
play rap all day, and ride reckless.

Zach tries hard to be this crude –
and all because he got tattooed.

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