The Zebra

A zebra, living in the zoo,
Was quite depressed and feeling blue;
His keeper thought 'twould do no harm
To take him to the local farm.

In the first field he found some sheep,
"I say, " said Zebra, " do you keep
This field in order? Tell me, pray
What is it that you do all day?"

"Well," said a sheep, "we eat some grasses
And watch the sheepdog as he passes
The farmer makes stuff from our wool-
Now don't you think that's rather cool?"
"We're quite lucky," said a ram
That the farmer's wife won't eat lamb."

The Zebra felt a little tired
And rather sad that he'd inquired
He carried on, and by and by
He found some piggies in a sty.

"Hello there folks! Now tell me pray
What is it that you do all day?"
"Well, " said a sow, "we roll around
And eat up turnips from the ground,
We oink and oink and often squeal
When we want an extra meal.""

The Zebra felt this was a bore
But too polite just to ignore
He thanked the fat old sow, and then
He came up to the big bull's pen.

"Hello you Bull! I say, I say,
What is it that you do all day!"
"Well," said the bull with a shout,
"Take off your pyjamas and you'll find out."