The PenguinsThe penguins are coming.The Penguins by neikun
Up the trees, down the hill.
Armed with sarcasm and irony.
Wearing their vests of humility.
Blast them all, the roof's been breached.
Down the sink, through the chiminey.
Thousands upon tens, with no pants.
My rug is covered in penguin pie.
Oh me, they broke my roast.
There goes the nanny and dog.
Run you cowards, no biscuit for you.
Wait, put that down, it's not yours.
My oh my, there goes the neighborhood.
Out they go, leaving nothing behind.
Only one remains, he's dressed in blue.
His eyes are black and his teeth red.
You bastard! Give that back.
Too late, he's gone now.
Well it's not a big loss.
He took my sanity, no biggy.
Oh shoot, the blessed Huns are coming.
Ma, get the water hose!