In the dance of icy winds they glide,
On frozen stages vast and wide,
Penguins waddle, proud and free,
In nature’s chill symphony.

Amidst the snow, a quiet grace,
In black and white, they find their place,
With steadfast hearts and loyal kin,
They brave the cold, the stormy din.

The ocean calls with whispered waves,
A world beneath where courage saves,
They dive and soar in liquid blue,
In playful arcs, forever true.

A bond unbroken by winter’s breath,
Together they stand, defying death,
In unity, they forge their path,
In icy realms, they find their hearth.