A POEM ON PENGUIN FOR KIDS

POEM

A penguin small,

In  coat of night and day,

On ice so white,

He starts his play.

No wings to soar,

But fins to glide,

The ocean calls,

A watery ride.

He takes his steps,

A shuffle grand,

Through fluffy snow,

Across the land.

Then down he goes,

A slippery streak,

For fish so good,

His hunger to seek.