Penguins waddle on the ice

Penguins waddle on the ice

In tuxedos black as night

Their feathers sleek and nice

They swim in icy seas

Diving deep, chasing fish

Their grace, it never cease

Their huddles keep them warm

Through long and lonely nights

Safe from winter's icy storm

But when the sun breaks through

They spread their wings and soar

Their joy, it is renew

So here's to penguins bold

Nature's tuxedoed kings

Their grace, it never grows old