A zebra loses its stripes.

Zeus has never been like the others,
he stood out a mile from all of his brothers.
White and black stripes and patterns abound,
but on young Zeus no black to be found.
He was whiter than white, white as a cloud,
a fact about which he was inordinately proud.
Diving into a bowl of milk,
that swirled about softer than silk,
Zeus shouted “hey guys check me out!”,
Xavier turned around and said with a pout:
“Yes we know Zeus, you are whiter than white,
about that fact you are righter than right”.
He stomped his hoof and walked away,
he walked quite quickly so missed Zeus say,
“Really I’d rather be just like you,
being whiter than white makes me bluer than blue”.
He hung his head and stopped playing the game,
pretending no shame was lamer than lame,
“Xavier come back! And bring paint. In black!
I want you to paint stripes all over my back!”.