Humans just have to nose in stuff
That goes on with us penguin kind.
Their 'research' is never enough.
New modes of nosiness they find.
Now they have got this rover thing,
Dolled up to look like one of us.
We must be fooled is their thinking,
Cuz we don't make too much a fuss.
The fact that we don't beat the heck
Out of this ball of fluff on wheels,
And seem to talk to this high tech,
Puffs humans up with what next zeals.
We penguins say in penguinese,
'More nosy human stuff - puhleeze! '
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