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I adored a most beautiful penguin on
Antarctica’s icy plains.
We waddled together in the freezing sun
while I dreamed up romantic refrains.
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“You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” I crooned into her ear,
but the wind was whistling past so loud, I don’t think she could hear.
“You’re the only one I’ll ever love,” I sang to her so sweet;
but all she could do was shuffle along, on sturdy glacial feet.
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I asked her if she didn’t need a dear and tender lover;
she gaped at me in disbelief, and took off running for cover.
I jogged along racking my brains for any hope at all,
but she flapped out her flipper and tried to make me fall.
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I hinted for a warm snuggle near that thick soft fur
but she said that to share was much too difficult for her.
I pleaded for a kiss or a small bit of affection;
she kept hustling away from me, to find some protection.
I asked if she could spare a frigid raw fish for dinner,
but she said she had the quick ones to find, all ready in her.
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I fell on my knees, and begged for her to love me, and I cried.
“You might have better luck with the walrus,” she casually replied.