Penguin Poem

A penguin pretending to know how to fly,
Flapped her two flippers and soared through the sky…
Found a tall tree, and perched in the breeze,

Far from the white ice that made her feet freeze…
Flying is cool, no wonder birds do it,
I’m a bird too, so I shouldn’t poo-poo it…
We penguins flap flippers,
So small on our sides,
Why don’t we wave wings,
To fly the blue skies?

She flew yet again, a beautiful sight,
Flipping and turning, first black and then white,
Out in the sun, flying was fun,
She thought every penguin should fly like she’d done…
She flew to a hot spot,
Strong sunshine did beat,Molted some feathers to deal with the heat,
She looked kind of bare,
But she didn’t care,
She flapped her short flippers,
And returned to the air!
But after a while,
She missed her cool home,
She missed the cold ice,
She missed the sea foam…

She flew to the south,
Right past the equator,

Realized the cool air,
Made her feel greater…
She slid on her belly,
To where penguins did toddle,
She bounced right back up,
And started to waddle…
Slipped into the ocean,
And now she knew why,
Her two penguin flippers,
Did help her to fly!
To fly in deep water,
Down low and up high,
Just like she’d soared,
Across the blue sky…