Look at my stripes of black and white,
I vanish and glow in the comfort of night,
With my mane like a Mohawk shimmering free,
I can’t be domesticated – I run with the trees.

They say I’m “so pretty” but never take note,
That the ills of mankind are solved in my coat,
Deepest black in harmony with purest white,
Catching the glare of the suns bright light.

Look at my stripes of black and white,
I vanish and glow in the shadows of night,
With my mane like a Mohawk shimmering wild,
Teach the lesson of colour to every man, woman and child.