Some miles ahead of Abbey Road

four years after The End of Beatles

we discovered a specially chocking

zebra crossing which twisted our minds

         with unbelievably BLACK stripes

         on a very WHITE, unwinding street

         well, yes monkey, you saw right!

         but we heard a bird complain from left:

                      "Why do people like to cross this zebra

                            more than any other fucking road?!

             Why can't they treat every street as equals?!"

then while our old brown shoes

rolled over that crazy creature

curiously but lazy, far from Beethoven

for the 4.444:th time

           our reason began to (R)evolve:

                       "How boring if no road were unique...!

                         and if every street deserved the same

                        amount of attention - then

                        how could we dare to adore...?

and why would one bother to love anymore

one's favourite zebra bit more than some horse?!"