There was a young penguin
that stood upon a hill
it went by the name of
little white Bill.

There was a young penguin
that stood stamping its feet
wearing a frown upon his face
looking for something to eat.

There was a young penguin
that stood out in the lane
using the over hanging branches
to shelter from the rain.

There was a young penguin
that wandered into the streets
running and hiding away
from people that he meets.

There was a young penguin
that got lost in the park
he ran around in circles
until it got very dark.

There was a young penguin
that stood upon a rock
he didn't move a muscle
because he was in shock.

There was a young penguin
who didn't know what to do
until a very dear old little lady
took him back to the local zoo.

(from the works of Jason Carr..Tickling Their Funny Bones)
© Jaycarr1971