Beneath the icy, endless skies,
Penguins waddle in their gentle guise.
A dance of black and white they weave,
On frozen lands where they believe.

In colonies, they find their grace,
Together strong in this cold embrace.
With every step, a story told,
Of courage in the biting cold.

Their wings, though flightless, know the sea,
Where depths of blue set them free.
In icy waters, swift they glide,
The ocean’s secrets, there they hide.

As twilight kisses snowy ground,
The echoes of their calls resound.
A world of wonder, stark and bright,
Penguins beneath the polar light.