A penguin in the parlor
 
Long ago I told you
and you never did reply.
There's a penguin in the parlor
and I don't think it's just my eyes.

Hiding behind the curtains,
in the moonlight there I see,
an outline of his belly
and two great big fuzzy feet.

When sleep is a stranger,
who stays far away,
my little fuzzy friend
comes out and want's to play.

So, if you awake,
late one night
and find that I am,
nowhere in sight.

Look in the parlor,
right by the door,
under the curtain...

Instead of two feet,
there will be four.

By Albert

© 2005 Albert (All rights reserved)

 

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