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Polar Pilgrims: The Penguin's Plight


Polar princes, plump and proud,

Parade on packed, pristine ice.

Feathered fighters face fierce frost,

Waddling warriors of wind-swept wastes.

Sleek swimmers slice through surging seas,

Diving deep for darting dinner.

Huddled horde in howling hail,

Guarding glossy, gray-shelled gifts.

Steadfast sentries stand strong, still,

Enduring endless Antarctic eons.