THE PENGUIN'S REPENTANCE
O God in whom we live and are,
Queen of ocean, sun and star,
Hear this humble prayerful cry,
From birds who walk instead of fly.
Oh, of course, it may seem
To stand for months out in
Or swim at speeds beyond
Like we were meant to do
But wingless?!!! Flippers is our fate,
Just four feet tall, with waddling gait,
Odd flightless birds who roam and stroll
Around that place called the South Pole.
Yet, God, one shame we never
Our secret source of deep
The fact that penguins as
Have never lived at the North
All scientists have wondered why.
It's time to give a frank reply.
We're lazy! That's
the simple fact!
It's tough to swim UP on
So we stay south, a cozy
Choosing the South's more
Dear God, forgive our apathy,
And bless this frank apology
For living here where we prefer:
Down South, the livin's easier.
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary