|Master Cerian Cantwr|
If ever you're in the Antarctic,
Beware of a beast most fowl -
For death comes on waddling feet there,
'Cross the ice where this monster does prowl.
At first, you may think it a cute beast,
As it awkwardly towards you does trek.
But you will revise your opinion,
As it buries it's fangs in your neck.
It will drain dry your blood for its supper.
There are bright crimson stains round it's mouth.
Oh, beware of the vampire penguin
The feathered fierce scourge of the south.
This fowl fiend is often quite surly,
It strikes with a squawk and a shriek.
This gruesome bird always is grumpy
For fangs don't fit well in a beak.
Stay far from the flock while they're hunting -
Don't be fooled by their cunning disguise.
No those aren't nuns there before you -
Tales of Antarctic convents are lies.
So heed well these words of my warning,
Steer clear of this dapper dressed beast.
For if you drop your guard for a moment,
Then the vampire penguin will feast.
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