Penguin Poem

William Jay Smith

Penguin, I think it must be very nice
To stroll about upon the ice,
Night and day, day and night,
Wearing only black and white,
Always in your Sunday best -
Black tailcoat and pearl-white vest.
To stroll about so pleasantly
Beside the cold and silent sea
Would really suit me to a T!
I think it must be very nice
To stroll with penguins on the ice.

Consider the Penguin

Lucy W. Rhu

He's smart as can be -
Dressed in his dinner clothes
Permanently.
You never can tell
When you see him about,
If he's just coming in
Or just going out!

In Praise of Penguins

Robin Bernard

These funny birds in fancy clothes
may waddle in the snow,
but when they reach the icy sea
just watch how fast they go!

Their song sounds like a donkey's bray,
they cannot soar or fly,
yet penguins manage very well,
and let me tell you why . . .

Their feathers keep out water,
their blubber keeps out cold,
wheir wings make perfect paddles
because they do not fold!

Their tails are good for steering,
they brake with both their feet -
So tell me know, from all you've heard . . .
Aren't penguins NEAT?

Emperor Penguins

Barry Louis Polisar

Huddled close together
Against the snow and sleet,
Penguins at the pole
Pool their body heat.

They gather in a circle,
Steadfast, disciplined,
Turning toward the center,
Fighting off the wind.

Sharing warmth and comfort
On cold and icy floes,
Balancing their future
Gently on their toes.

Penguin

Meish Goldish

The penguin's a bird that cannot fly
But can swim like a torpedo!
And on the ice
It looks so nice
Dressed in its own tuxedo!

Penguins

Helen H. Moore

The penguins' habitat
is freezing -
You'll like it there
if you don't mind sneezing.
(I, myself, don't find it pleasing.)

Penguin

Meish Goldish

I know a bird
That cannot fly:
Penguin is its name.
It cannot fly,
But it can swim
With speed that wins it fame!

I know a bird
That lives on ice
And waddles by the sea.
It looks so cute
In its black-and-white suit,
As handsome as can be!