When he was found, more dead than alive,
on the Shore of a Kiwi Beach,
the Emperor Penguin was brought to the zoo
and they called him ‘Happy Feet’
He’d drifted, they say, for days and days-
over eighteen Hundred miles.
The poor little fellow nearly wasted away-
when they found him he was half starved.
Day by day, they nursed him back,
The folks at the Wellington zoo.
Now the time has come to return him home
Its the Kiwi thing to do.
So he’ll take a sail with a freighter bound
for his cold Antartic home.
When he gets there, he’ll pull up a chair
and take a vow never more to roam.
John F. McCullagh