for little listeners with big imaginations

The Polka Penguin’s Fancy Pants

Polka Penguin was a bird who loved his fancy pants
In his pants, he’d run and skip and flit and walk and prance

Polka Penguin walked around with a big smile on his face
His fancy pants his ever-joy, in every single place

One day Polka Penguin came upon a messy situation
Splashed by a passing car with mud, much to his aggravation

He looked down in a panic, afraid to find the worst
His fancy pants were filthy, they were ruined, he was cursed

Polka Penguin took a step, but his feet would not lift high
No more fancy prancing, no more skipping, he began to cry

Polka Penguin slowly trudged his way back to his home
He changed into his jammies and he sat silently alone

Mommy Penguin found him on his bed, face full of tears
She asked why he was crying, where was his dancing cheer

He showed her his old fancy pants, now stained and ruined with mud
She kissed him on the head and said this was a job for Mr. Suds

She set out to the laundry using lots of suds and bubbles
Next thing you know, the pants were sparkling on the double

Now Polka Penguin laughs again as he taps his feet in song
His fancy pants restored like new, as if nothing had gone wrong

So if one day Polka Penguin finds his fancy pants again stained
He will not cry, he will not worry, because they could be cleaned again

Easter Ellen

~ Smiling with words that won’t leave me alone until they tickle the page.