The sky was cold and grey, when, yesterday,
you told me where the Secret Penguin lay.
In bygone years, they say, he was a sight,
the avian conundrum in black and white.
Operating in ice-cold, frozen stealth,
he redistributed the ocean's wealth.
Some say he went down in a bullet hail,
trying to save a hunted humpback whale.
His...
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