Poor little Penguins
They have no knees
Their stubby legs
Look just like trees

They waddle and wanter
And scurry about
If I were a Penguin
I'd sure as hell pout

If they were to sit
Or take a crap
They'd fall on their backs
And take a nap

When they wake up
They'll want some fish
But they can't bend over
Knees are their only wish!

For Christmas this year
Instead of snow-trim
I'll buy all the Penguins
Prosthetic limbs!!