The penguin is a loving soul,
He only has one wife.
He takes a fancy to a bird,
Then sticks with her for life.

They wander over craggy rocks
And catch fish in the sea.
They frolic over sandy shores,
As happy as can be.

And when it comes to mating time
The female does her best,
And sets about collecting stones
With which to make her nest.

So many penguins gathering
So spare stones may be few,
And if she hasn’t quite enough
What is a girl to do?

And here this tale of webbed feet bliss
Becomes less black and white.
For Mrs has been known to stray
When hubby’s out of sight.

But don’t condemn this clever girl
‘Till all the facts are known.
She’ll only love another male
If he gives her a stone.

How like the female of our kind
This won’t come as a shock.
A diamond may be girl’s best friend,
But penguins love a rock!