I could have been a yellow elephant;
I could have been a red zombie
Eating brains from everyone I saw;
I could have been all kinds of things
If it weren’t for one problem–
I am a purple zebra.
“When you hear hoof beats, think horses, not zebras.”
Sometimes it really is a zebra.
Sometimes it’s something rare that few people have seen before.
I guess that means I’m something special even though I don’t feel that way.
Anybody want to get to know a zebra?
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