The snow lay thick in the Antarctic
While the penguins played at the Pole-o;
Two scientists short inside their hut
Were watching the widdle, waddle, penguins-o!
They scarce set forth from their Walmart hut
Out-sending the weather information-o
On graphs and charts, but in their hearts
They wished they were widdle, waddle, penguins-o!
They saw the snow and the blizzards blow
And they oft said so on the radio.
And the scientists sighed, for deep inside
They wished they were widdle, waddle, penguins-o!
One scientist woke, and he nearly choked,
At the sight of the note on the table-o;
His comrade gone in the ice-cold morn,
Gone to paddle with the widdle, waddle, penguins-o!
His comrade gone, put his snowshoes on,
And his sealskin slippers like an eskimo,
And he went outside, and he shouted and cried,
To the wind and the widdle, waddle, penguins-o!
Well he took his sledge to the water's edge
And there he joined his comrade-o.
He lost his head, and his goose feather bed,
And to paddle with the widdle, waddle, penguins-o!
And what cared he for his morning tea,
And his meteorological portfolio?
And his three square meals, when he swims with seals,
And paddles with the widdle, waddle, penguins-o!
Well, word of this reached the Met Office,
And the word spread high, and the word spread low.
Over morning tea, they're wild and free,
With the wind and the widdle, waddle, penguins-o!
Two lumps please, and perhaps they'll freeze,
In the wind with the widdle, waddle, penguins-o!
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