| Flying Penguins |
| I think that I shall never see A penguin fly just like a bee. But if, when, could, should flew The penguin would hover, glide, spin, brand new. Like nothing you ever saw A twirl, a brusk, a swoop, a maw. A penguin with sly little smile Would fly with jazz and upright style. -25 cent poet |
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