Poor zebra and happy lion!

In the pridelands lived a lion, his mane was brown and he was so down. He wished to have something to eat but all that remained was a little flea, he wished he had a zebra that was yummy and plump. Clickity, clack! clippity, clop a zebra spinning like a clock. Oh the lion caught sight of this heavenly light and got ready to pounce and he pounced and bounced until he gobbled up the poor zebra. WALT understand the the text I read. I know this when I use blabberize to blab my poem.