The wizened man
Inclined his hand
And bade me cease to speak.
"My friend," he said,
"I have not led
You here for what you seek.
But rather I
Have brought you by
This pond beneath this tree
To see a sight
So wrongly right
It muddles even me."
He took my hat,
Then pointed at
The surface of the pond.
I looked and there
Beheld a rare
And priceless type of penguin.
"O wizened man,
Would you please hand
my hat to me," I say.
"I won't," says he,
"Until you see
The penguin fly away."
"O sir, you are
quite off the mark,"
I say with quite a sigh.
"You're wrong, for lo
(As all men know):
The penguin cannot fly."
He took my hat
And threw it at
The penguin in the pond.
It looked at things,
Then spread its wings,
And dove underwater.
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Last modified 7.19.2019
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