Zelda the Zebra
To Zelda the zebra nothing is grey.She's black with white stripes on the odd numbered day,
On alternate days its black stripes on white;
She always makes sure that her leotard's tight.
Politically speaking shes not in the middle,
Her ballots all seem like some kind of riddle,
Red in the background with blotches of blue,
But blue on occasion with red blotches too.
She picks at her food like some little kid.
She always shuns broccoli like "W" did,
But loves to munch carrots the whole of the night.
With Zelda the zebra its all black or white.
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