Penguin Penguin

Penguin penguin save me from
Staying blue this Eevensong
So said uncle Esqualine
As he gave his specs a clean.
When they were back on his nose
The flightless bird in some sense rose
From the picture on the side
From a place where worlds colide
Almost phoenix like it seemed
It's waddle graceful as here dreamed
Moved the man to joining in
Just then I entered , 'Where you been ?''
My uncle said ' Come on . Come on!'
Get waddling son.. Is something wrong?'
''We'll frankly yes'. I then replied
I left the room, my uncle sighed.