In the Antarctic where the air is thin,
Lived a yoga-practicing penguin.
He stretched on the ice,
Slid once, then twice,
And giggled, "Let's do that again!"
He practiced each pose while drinking his tea,
A sight that was peculiar to see.
But with a twinkly mind’s eye,
And a flipper raised high,
He was as happy as a penguin could be.
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