The Day It Rained Penguins
It was September 16th, 1898, the day it rained penguins.
There was a magician in town; he arrived in a hot air balloon.
Who does he think he is? We asked ourselves, but we were intrigued.
The penguins were all over the streets, running and hopping.
Did they come down from the sky? Did he bring them in the balloon?
What were these curious creatures? Were they aliens?
None of us knew; we had never been to the Arctic
And frankly, none of us were well-read.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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