I find it amusing to travel with penguins
way up in the sky floating up high
They huff and they puff
They like to act tough
Then once in a while a breeze does blow
and no longer do they preen and polish that sheen
they gurgle and grumble
so white and then fumble ...
their bellies grotesque
cry out in protest
Let us down let us out
too much pain I am in doubt...
Can this plane hold our weight or is this our fate ...

What a way that would be to go from this time
flying up high with specimens as appealing as brine
They hack and they whine they whinge and they binge
They gloat and they boast
How I dislike them the most
I travel on business almost every week
I'm very important can you tell from that reek
If I were to miss just a day (for me oh what bliss)
The world would be affray
Banks would collapse
governments would lapse
All just because I missed a day
You see my significance you see my importance
Now please move over I think
We are now fast approaching ending up in the drink
So chuck off the heavies the ones with the bellies

The attendants poor things do struggle
its all just become a terrible muddle
Until the captain announces we are all fine
we've landed on time without a hitch
now I sit and await the click click
Must rush must panic must leave the plane first
I am busy you know I am here for work
So you sit and you stare knowing we will all get there
someway or another the day will be like any other

Once again I started off fine but find myself soaked in that unique penguin slime