..Percy the Penguin had cucumber wings, "sadly" he cried, "they won't do anything" with endless devotion he fearlessly tried to glide through the oceans and swim through the skies. off went our hero to Polo the Bear to seek, his advice on the weight of the air "the substance is void, its quintessence is bright." the wise bear's compassion turned darkness to light. winter's cold legions made snow fall in rivers. Percy, so tearful, could not feign contentment, mournful he watched as the seagulls flew past "why was I born so useless?" Percy would muse here in this Vale of Heartbreak penguin's can't choose
..then as the sun from its slumbers returned the icelands were blessed with the song of the birds, but one little creature lay still on the shore for Percy had perished, his heart froze to stone