In the jungle, on the savannah wide,
A creature with stripes, we can't hide,
A zebra, long and fuzzy mane,
We watch it run, it's quite a game.

Its stripes, so black and white,
Make it easy to spot in sight,
An animal we all love to see,
As it grazes, wild and free.

With a smooth and graceful stride,
It roams through grasslands far and wide,
And when it's time to rest and sleep,
It curls up in a fuzzy heap.

So let's all take a moment to pause,
And appreciate this beautiful cause,
The long, fuzzy, zebra we admire,
With its stripes that never tire.

Reflections

1. What animal is described in this paragraph?
2. Why is the zebra easy to spot in sight?
3. What do zebras do when it's time to rest and sleep?
4. How does the zebra move through the grasslands?
5. Why do we appreciate the zebra?