There’s a penguin on my head 
How’d it get there? 
It’s telling me to take it for a ride 
I’ve ask him politely 
To remove himself but spritely 
He pulls my hair and tells me then to stride 

I’m not your horse penguin! 
I don’t think so! 
I’m getting quite frustrated at this game 
The penguin looks right at me 
His eyes fixed entrap me 
And in a trance I canter across the plane