The Penguin - Long Version

THE PENGUIN Way down south on a continent frozen The penguin a tough life has chosen Though you’d think he’d be coy Like a super-cool playboy You’ll find him out preening and posin’ With movement on foot unexciting He shuffles along then goes sliding Though on land a slow coach In depart or approach In the water he goes like greased lightning He’s a little short in the leg Dressed bespoke (can’t wear off-the-peg) Hand it to this ice capper He always looks dapper Even when he is hatching an egg So the penguin’s no slouch, he’s a winner By sartorial standards no sinner He’ll emerge in a trice From the Antarctic ice Already dressed for dinner