A Tux Would Be Nice

Imagination brings me to speak
Of things I could be for a week
To get this weighty issue off my chest
I think to be a penguin would be best
Waddling around the land of ice and snow
With puffy feathers that look like a fro
Eating fish and playing penguin games
Making penguin friends and confusing their names
Like Biff, Dexter, Fran, and Gus
Cornelius, Cindy, Charlotte and Russ
In the morning we'll dance until noon
Getting down to the Sea Lion's croon
We'd then hussle to pick up the slack
By getting rides on a Narwhal's back
He would sing us a song and we would sing along
Aquatic melody for the price of a few prawn
Then we would fish with all of our penguin chums
Tasty food that would be eaten though we lack gums
Scampering and frollocking and diving off cliffs
Exploring on icebergs with waves like guitar riffs
For a week this snowy utopia would be a magical delight
Any more could very possibly be a terrible fright


*This ditty is dedicated to global warming and the charming documentaries it inspires