The Princess at the Zoo
Smokes a pipe
Yells, “THAT’LL DO!!”
She’s just that type
She’s just that ripe

Go and ask the Zebra
Yes, he knows
He’s her Libra:
When her wind blows
His balance goes

The Princess at the Zoo
Loathes beach balls
Yells, “I HATE YOU!!”
She’s behind walls
She still appalls

Go ask the Zebra
Yes, he knows
He’s her umbra:
Her eclipse shows
His bruising blows