A poem of "The Penguin"

In lands of frost and icy gleam,
A penguin dreams beyond the stream.
Amidst the snow, its spirit beams,
Adventure calls, like on Steam.

With flippers strong and heart so bold,
It seeks new quests in the cold.
Through misty air and icy stream,
The penguin's journey, like a dream.

On glaciers tall, it finds its place,
A waddling king with gentle grace.
In frozen realms, its hopes agleam,
A gaming spirit, like on Steam.

/ Liva Kvist Kristensen