Posted: Jul 20, 2008, 7:01 PM CST
Oh, good lord,
They're on the march
Penguins by the dozen
By the score, and more.
Dressed and pressed
In stuffy formal suits
Stiff with stodgy starch.
Penguins attack!
By dozen,
By the score,
Penguins attack,
Artillery farts and
Bad odeurs,
But do not let
The stench dissuade,
They taste like chicken
All the way to the core.
Empires of Antarctica
Will you come and conquer?
I'll not knuckle down
To a flightless bird
That looks like a stuffy
Maitre'de maison,
Stuff it, little butler,
And go eat some poisson.