Pilchard the Penguins New Pal
Pilchard the penguin was going to school
He waddled alone, he knew no-one at all
There’s a hole in the ice and a fish called out
“Why the long face, what are you sad about?”
Pilchard the penguin said, “It’s my first day,
I hoped I would make a new friend on my way.”
The fish said, “I’ll ask you your name if I may,
Then, if you don’t eat me we’re friends from today.”
Pilchard said, “Pilchard, that is my name.”
The fish said, “Hah, good one, you’re playing a game!”
Pilchard looked puzzled, “It’s Pilchard, it’s true.”
The fish said, “Who gave such a daft name to you?”
Pilchard the penguin looked terribly sad
The fish said, “I’m sorry I made you feel bad,
I guess that it’s quite a cute name as it goes
But, Pilchard, you’re ‘penguin’ right down to your toes.”
Pilchard took one or two steps on his way
The fish said, “Don’t go off to school feeling gray.”
Pilchard said, “Okay, Fish, what is your name?
You’ve had a good laugh, perhaps I’ll do the same.”
The fish said, “I wonder if my mum and dad
We’re rather like yours and we’ve both been had.
You’re Pilchard the penguin, but I’m just as bad
I’m Penguin the pilchard, now isn’t that mad?”
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