8 November 2012
There was a little penguin
Whose dream was to fly
All the other birds do it
Tell me, why can't I?
He employed several methods
He tried catapults and slings
All he got for his efforts
Were tired, aching wings
His best friend came along
And said can't you see?
All penguins can fly
We do it differently
They jumped in the water
Now isn't this fun?
'Flying' through the sea
Like bullets from a gun
Little penguin understood
What his friend meant
And he'd prevented any
Airborne predicament
Now penguin was happy
As he 'flew' through the sea
A lesson was learned
Now he was free
The moral to this
Is plain to see
Only do things
That are meant to be
Don't be like penguin
Set too hard a test
If it's not what's right
Give your wings a rest...
Flight • Opuss № I