On the icy shores of Antarctica, Where the winds howl and the snowflakes dance, There stands a creature, black and white, A penguin, with a waddle so precise.

With a beak so sharp and eyes so bright, It scans the horizon, day and night, Looking for fish, its favorite meal, To fill its belly and make it feel.

With flippers that serve as wings, It dives into the frigid waters, without a flinch, Swimming with grace and agility, A true master of the sea.

In the midst of a blizzard, it huddles close, With its fellow penguins, in a circle so composed, Sharing warmth and love, in a world so cold, A bond that never grows old.

With a heart so pure and a spirit so free, The penguin roams the land and sea, A symbol of resilience and strength, A creature that goes to any length.

So let us honor this majestic bird, With its fronted adverbials, so subtly heard, For it deserves our utmost respect, A creature that we should never neglect.