Zecora's Big Book of Zebra Legends

by swicked


World of Music

When gods are bored they're apt to play... such was the case for night and day
In early times they'd less to do and so they'd sing the time on through
Yes, singing songs made up because none were about, nor ever was
They set the tone, those two alone, and made the music fill their home
Before they were, Agra was still. A trickster, yes, but less of thrill
 

A busy colt not prone to bolt, he'd craft and work as if in yolk
It was sweet Luna drew him out, she pulled the seas, tossed him about
He could not hide, least not inside, his mountain flushed, much like his pride
So soggy zebra chased the two around this land of green and blue

 
He could not catch, less give, them due. Far, far too quick, those sisters two.
They SANG the time away in chase, with wings allowing lightning pace!
Agra couldn't tell but he, as well, before long fell under their spell
At first he skipped, and then, he danced. He spun and twist as if entranced

 
And still, he chased them all along as sisters watched and shared their song
And so it spread where 'ere they lead and every ear and eye was fed
Like horns it blared and filled the land, music, dancing, big and grand!
At long, long last they stopped the chase. They’d land and stand and about-faced
Agra was on them instantly... a quicker colt you'd never see.
Without word, he tossed them into sea, where they splashed and played quite gleefully
Agra would huff but, soon enough, he joined the two and lost his gruff.

 
And so the gods would grace us all not of benevolence, but whimsy's call
A joy made real in a resonate feel, delivered on a mere prank's heel
And music and dance became our own as, deep in our hearts, each made its home
Because, you see, not everything needs grandiose cause to take to wing
Sometimes the best comes 'bout in jest and is that not ALSO a wondrous thing?