The Z Story

Zoom, zoom, zoom.

Zachary Zebra is painting zigzags in his room.

Zing, zing, zing.

Zuri Zapatarail was practicing songs to sing.

Zap, zap, zap.

Zander Zebu was writing rap songs.

Zug, zug, zug.

Zoe Zorilla plays her zither.

Zoe Zorilla plays her zither. Zander Zebu was writing rap songs. Zuri Zapatarail was practicing songs to sing. Zachary Zebra was painting zigzags in his room. And the zong goes on and on.The zong goes on and on.

Zoom, zoom, zoom.

Zuberi wears his zoot suit with a zillion zippers.

Zing, zing, zing.

Zula dances the zydeco.

Zap, zap, zap.

Zeno sings zany songs.

Zug, zug, zug.

Zavia sails down the Zambezi River.

Zavia sails down the Zambezi River. Zeno sings zany songs. Zula dances the zydeco. Zuberi wears his zoot suit with a zillion zippers. Zoe Zorilla plays her zither. Zander Zebu was writing rap songs. Zuri Zapatrarail was practicing songs to sing. Zachary Zebra was painting zigzags in his room. And the zong goes on and on. The zong goes on and on.

Zoom, zoom, Zoom.

Zane Zabi brought zesty zhoog zucchini and ziti for a picnic in the zephyrs of the Zaire

River.

Zelena Zigor brought zuppa and zopf for the picnic on the Zaire River.

Zander Ziven brought zimtsterne and zeppoli for the sweet delight for dessert for the

picnic on the Zaire River.

Zany Zev Zelotes left the zoo to bring the zaffer plates for the picnic on the Zaire River.

Zany Zev Zelotes left the zoo to bring the zaffer plates for the picnic on the Zaire River.Zander Ziven brought zimtsterne and zeppoli for the sweet delight for dessert for the picnic on the Zaire River. Zelena Zigor brought zuppa and zopf for the picnic on the Zaire River. Zane Zabi brought zesty zhoog zucchini and ziti for a picnic in the zephyrs of the Zaire River.Zavia sails down the Zambezi River. Zeno sings zany songs. Zula dances the zydeco. Zuberi wears his zoot suit with a zillion zippers. Zoe Zorilla plays her zither. Zander zebu was writing rap songs. Zuri Zapatrarail was practicing songs to sing. Zachary Zebra was painting zigzags in his room. And the zong goes on and on. The zong goes on and on.

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