White lines all over your skin,
Jagged and straight, thick and thin.
Run from your fears, they'll get you for sure,
Lines running wild, the world is a blur.
Don't know how to fight, don't know how to win,
So you use the markings all over your skin.
Don't let your fears catch you or you will get hurt,
Their scratches inflame and start to feel burnt.
But you do nothing neither will your kin,
Just try to survive the lines on your skin.
Once your fears catch you there's nothing to lose,
Silly young zebra, your lines you did choose.