In the land where the icy winds blow,
Amidst the snowflakes’ gentle fall,
Penguins gather in a graceful show,
A dance of life, a call to all.

With tuxedo suits, they glide and slide,
Across the frozen ocean’s face,
In unison, they move with pride,
A ballet of survival, a timeless race.

Underneath the pale, cold moon’s glow,
They huddle close to share their warmth,
In their eyes, a fierce love shows,
A testament to nature’s charm and strength.

Oh, creatures of the icy land,
Your spirit shines where the cold winds blow,
In each step, a story grand,
Of resilience in the land of snow.