I once knew a penguin called Percy
He was a good friend of mine
He lived in a hole in the garden
And came out when it was fine
When the sun shone bright in the sky overhead
He came out of his hole in the ground
And we’d chase each other in the garden
Around and around and around
Met a penguin on the street
in Birmingham city centre
he wasn't saying much but then
I'm not sure he was meant ta'
'Cos he was simply standing there
looking rather splendid
so as with penguins everywhere
he was one I then befriended
Buried in the undergrowth
we found a penguin hiding
brushed him off and gave him
somewhere better to reside in
thought that it must surely be
a sign for better things
as for our new allotment a
new life with him begins
Like little old men
they totter about
wobbling unsteady
as if they have gout
They fall over a lot
on their short stubby legs
and are really unsteady
on those little pegs