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Today is the day,
God gazed down. Today is the day, for Zippy to be born. What is the color you would like to be? He asked the question of little Zippy Zippy crinkled his brow and puckered his lip. He couldn't decide, poor little Zip. "If it's all the same Lord, I'd like to be black. Or maybe white! I'll take that back." God chuckled a bit. "Would you like a surprise?" Zippy nodded, "I can't decide." So into the world, Zippy arrived, The first zebra was born With stripes down his sides.
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