Paul The Penguin
Keeps himself neat
The shiniest shoes
On his daintiest feet

He is a dandy
A right real fop
I’m fairly sure
the cane is a prop

He waddles around
This way and that
Of course he wears
A giant top hat

He carries an eyeglass
On a gold chain
A black umbrella
When it might rain

Paul is our neighbor
Should we feel shame?
We call him The Penguin
Our little nickname

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