I'm a Zebra look at me! I'm white with black stripes as you see. Put your finger in my finger-puppet hole. You can have a puppet show! But whatever you do, don't break me. I'm old and sensitive as you see.
This poem I wrote in the fifth grade. We had a poetry unit and out task was to choose an old fashioned toy on the table and I saw the Zebra puppet and fell in love with it.