Mr. Zebra

Hello Mr Zebra Can I have your sweater Cause it’s cold cold cold In my hole hole hole Ratatouille Strychnine Sometimes she’s a friend of mine With a gigantic whirlpool That will blow your mind Hello Mr Zebra Ran into some confusion with a Mrs Crocodile Furry mussels marching on She thinks she’s Kaiser Wilhelm Or a civilised syllabub To blow your mind Figure it out She’s a goodtime fella She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny’s rights Figure it out She’s a goodtime fella Too bad the burial was premature she said And smiled