On icy shores, where penguins roam,
Pengullet waddles, making winter a home.
Fluffy coat, a snowy white,
A harbinger of laughter, taking flight.
Once protector, playful and bold,
Guiding the colony, stories untold.
But shadows crawled, harmony frayed,
Twisting purpose, in darkness played.
With flippered wings and joyful squawk,
It guards its domain, leaving no room for balk.
Snowball barrages, a playful display,
Chasing away shadows, come what may.
Legends speak of power unseen,
A joyful spirit, ever so keen.
Can laughter mend, where fear resides?
Or will shadows linger, where darkness hides?
Through icy landscapes, a waddling dance,
Pengullet brings cheer, a joyous trance.
Hope takes flight, on tiny wings,
Will harmony return, on joyful springs?
For deep within, a spark ignites,
A longing for balance, setting shadows right.
Perhaps the penguin, with playful might,
Can mend the world, bathed in joyous light.
So let it waddle, a fluffy grace,
And from the laughter, banish fear’s embrace.
For Pengullet holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.