Posh Quentin the Quagga thought it terribly coarse

That a breed so distinctive should be linked to the horse.

"Show me a horse," he'd say, "that in any way

Has a striped head and neck and I'll willingly pay

A fiver a stripe to whoever succeeds

In tying together the separate breeds.

It's all a matter of breeding," he'd go on to aver

And well-bred quaggas would surely concur.

Except, once again, Mother Nature has blinked

And every last quagga's now sadly extinct.