Zelda the Zebra

Zelda the Zebra
Zelda was a zebra
who did not have stripes but spots
and from head to toe, young Zelda’s coat
was made of Polkadots.

Poor Zelda couldn’t whinny
and she wasn’t god at neighing
So when she spoke, the others didn’t know
what she was saying.

To add to this, poor Zelda
didn’t even have a mane
and the looks she got from other zebras
caused her grief and pain.

They all just seemed afraid of her
each time when she came near,
they looked at her
then ran away
wide eyes full of fear.

Ond day she was out running
So swiftly in the plains
She met a troup of leopards
playing leopard games.

They stopped their games as she approached
And looked her in the eye
Then one came shyly forward
and this one began to cry

“It can’t be true, it can’t be so
But yes! You are my sister,”
Then the others gathered round her,
just to say how much they’d missed her.

For the story goes that Zelda,
when she was but a cub
had got lost one day
when she and her’s
were playing in the scrub.

And though the hunting party
had looked high and had looked low
They couldn’t find poor Zelda,
All those many years ago.

Now Zelda is quite happy
and has quite a reputation.
’cause she entertains the others
with her Zebra imitation

Zelda the Zebra

Mike Dineen

Paris, France

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Artist's Description

A rhyming narrative poem for children of all ages about a case of mistaken identity and exclusion.

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