In the land of ice and snow,
Where the chilly winds blow,
Penguins waddle to and fro,
In a world where warmth is slow.

Beneath the sky, so vast and gray,
They gather close, in a tight array,
Their black and white, a stark display,
Of nature’s beauty, night and day.

With flippers strong, they dive and glide,
Through icy waters, swift they slide,
In search of fish, their daily pride,
Together, they stand side by side.

Amidst the cold, they find their way,
In the Antarctic, they chose to stay,
Their spirits high, come what may,
The penguins thrive, in their own ballet.