In the African plains, where the grasses sway,
Lived a zebra named Zara, with a style so good.
With stripes of black and white, she'd roam the land,
The most fashionable zebra, oh so grand.
Zany Zara, with her stripes so neat,
In the savanna, she'll make a beat.
With a trot and a prance, she'll steal the show,
Zany Zara, with her fashion flow.
She'd accessorize her stripes with a bow or two,
A splash of color, in the morning dew.
With a hoof click-clack and a swish of her tail,
She'd strut her stuff, without fail.
Zany Zara, with her stripes so neat,
In the savanna, she'll make a beat.
With a trot and a prance, she'll steal the show,
Zany Zara, with her fashion flow.
Through the grasslands, she'd prance and play,
In her stylish stripes, she'd brighten the day.
But when the sun sets and the stars appear,
She'd rest her hooves, without a fear.
Zany Zara, with her stripes so neat,
In the savanna, she'll make a beat.
With a trot and a prance, she'll steal the show,
Zany Zara, with her fashion flow.