Penguins And Planes Poem by Ima Ryma

Antarctic pilots tell of times
When things are slow, and so they'll find
A penguin colony in climes,
Thousands of them in groupings lined.
The plane will slowly fly on by.
In unison will turn the heads
Of all the penguins, eye by eye.
A huge black and white wave that spreads.
The plane flies out, then back it treks
Right over the penguins in packs,
Watching with ever stretching necks,
Till all fall over on their backs.

For penguins, planes do have a way
Of perking up a penguin's day.