The penguin who could ride a bike
There once was a penguin so spry
He could ride a bike, oh my!
With flippers so strong and so bold
He pedaled and cycled, never growing old
He rode through the streets, such a sight
People would stare, amazed at the flight
Of a penguin on wheels, so quick and so neat
A true cycling pro, on two feet
He cruised through the park, on his way
With a grin on his beak, come what may
And children would giggle and point with glee
At the penguin on a bike, so wild and free
He'd climb up the hills, with ease and grace
And glide down again, with a smile on his face
No challenge too great, for this cycling king
A penguin on two wheels, he could do anything
He rode and he rode, till the sun set
A true adventurer, with no regret
He's not like the other birds, with just two legs
This penguin on a bike, on the path he'll beg
So if you ever see a penguin on a bike
Don't be surprised, give him a like.
For he's a rare sight, in this world so vast
A penguin on two wheels, a true cyclist at last.
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