On top of an iceberg floating out on the sea
Sat a singular Penguin as sad as could be.
He sobbed and he wept, and he cried for a week
‘Til the teardrops all froze at the end of his beak.
Then up popped the head of a big silver fish,
Who blew a few bubbles as his fins gave a swish.
“Why so sad, my dear bird?” to the Penguin, said he.
“What could make you so sad, floating here on the sea?”
The poor bird raised his head and he heaved a great sigh,
And he sorrowfully squawked with a tear in his eye-
“As you’ve mentioned just now, I am surely a bird.
I’ve got wings and a beak, but what makes me absurd
Is that I cannot fly, though I really do try.
Though I flap and I flip, though I’m nimble and spry.
And I can’t help but wonder what could be wrong with me
As I watch other birds, flying so high and free!”
And so he proceeded to weep even more,
As his cold makeshift raft drifted closer to shore.
Then he stepped onto land by a gull and her chick
Who was learning to fly, though it proved quite a trick.
He watched the small bird as he flapped his white wings
Got a big running start, and then leapt like a spring.
But each hopeful jump just preceded a crash,
a skid, and a thump and a nasty ice rash.
Suddenly, with a squeak, the small bird took to flight!
And he fluttered his small wings with all of his might.
Higher he spiraled, and then higher still,
And he shivered and shook with excitement and chill.
But for such a small fellow, the strain was too much.
As his wings lost momentum, his feathers lost touch
With the part of his brain, still so young and so small,
That instructed them “flap!”, rather than just to fall.
As he hit the cold water, his mom gave a squawk
And flew from her place on the cold icy rock,
But the most she could do was to fly all around,
Crying “Help, help, oh help! My baby will drown!”
Without two second’s thought, the Penguin dove in
To the gray frigid water, flailing both feet and fin.
He swam to the rescue with strokes strong and skilled
To make sure that the little chick wouldn’t be killed!
In a few second’s time, with a splash and a spray,
From the sea burst the Penguin, with a cry of “hooray!”
Held up high o’er his head was the small baby gull,
Held up like a trophy, a grand spectacle!
He placed the wet chick at the mother gull’s feet,
And she gave him a kiss without missing a beat.
With a sputter, the baby bird opened his eyes,
And gazed all around with a look of surprise.
“Penguin, you’ve saved the day!” the mother gull cried
“You’ve saved my small chick from the ocean’s cold tide!
Who would ever have thought that a bird could swim so?
I’m so glad you can’t fly! I’m ecstatic, you know!”
For the very first time, Penguin knew that his worth
Wasn’t in what he couldn’t do, even from birth.
It was how brave he was, how he acted so quick.
How about his own safety he cared not a lick!
So the thing, boys and girls, to remember this season-
Use the gifts that you’ve got, cause they’re there for a reason!