Zebra Zingers
It’s the lemon zest I added that gives my zingers zing.
Or maybe it’s the zig-zag icing that really makes them sing.
Zelda likes to cut my zingers in the shape of zebras, who knew?
That my zingers could be shaped that way,
Let’s take them to the zoo! Zoooooooooom!
Or maybe it’s the zig-zag icing that really makes them sing.
Zelda likes to cut my zingers in the shape of zebras, who knew?
That my zingers could be shaped that way,
Let’s take them to the zoo! Zoooooooooom!
Key Words : Family, foodie
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This is part Z of my alphabet children’s book.
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