Zebra Story

Z was a zesty, zany zebra who did not care about algebra, neither about abracadabra, nor the Castle of Alhambra. Oh algebra, oh algebra, Oh the Castle of Alhambra. Now, one day Z zoomed from Zambia in Africa to the land of namesia; and then again he fled from a large and remote zoo into this bizarre clerihew. Z the Zebra did not care about algebra, neither about abracadabra, nor the Castle of Alhambra. Oh algebra, oh algebra, Oh the Castle of Alhambra. As the blazing sun rose to zenith, it stood above his head, it was a hot day of swelter, no myth, so Z sought shelter; and he stood in the shade of a shed, and his thoughts were running dazed, helter-skelter. By and by he zigzagged through a wide, white zebra-crossing and he pondered its hidden Zen zing. Oh algebra, oh algebra, Oh the Castle of Alhambra. Still Z remained a zebra zealot and refused to train to be a pilot. Furthermore he had no interest, in visiting Zimbabwe, or Angola, nor sailing on the ocean, reading the novels of Zola. Oh algebra, oh algebra, Oh the Castle of Alhambra. From his CV it is clear that Z the Zebra from Zambia had zero tolerance and no zest for being entrapped and zapped. So eventually he settled in a small town across the sea, where he became established and enjoyed his life carefree. This of course did not happen through magic and abracadabra, nor even by pure algebra, oh, no, not even by pure algebra in the Castle of Alhambra. For, his success came from elsewhere: in the market place and the net Z took his share on the internet. With his wit and clever conducts he sold sundries of zebra products.