The march of the penguins
Flat feet going slowly
Plan under wrapped
Saying nothing reveal unlikely
The stomping feet
Gearing up for the music
Listening to the melody
As if it is going to happen
Focus shift to the Land of Hornbills
The green camouflage away from the main prize
On top of the Dark Hill
The light has to shine
The march of the penguins
Stomping ground moving in unison
For the prize will be nigh
Only wiser this time around
The trek is in unison
A long road to the hill
The obstacles cleared
Only the moment of history
It is the time to make it known
The march of the penguins
Many laughs at its antics
Stomping its ground
Mesmerizing the crowd
Yet the prize is…………
On the dark hill
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