Lost Bird
I once met a penguin who never felt cold
So he thought it was normal apart from the mold
He bathed in the sun day in and day out
He never knew snow or what winter was about
And then one day came a storm and with it the snow
He thought what is this feeling that I’ve never known
He slid pm his belly, He had such a blast
He took to the climate unnaturally fast
He stayed out all day and thought to himself
What is it that brought him the brand new sense of self
So he we to the people he thought were his friends
He asked them why was he happier then
And they simply replied….
You are a penguin.
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