'Way down South in polar iciness
Lives a bird that swims in black and white dress,

The whole population clusters in a group, I'm told
Pooling body heat to protect them from the cold,

Everyone is warm except those on the periphery,
Each must take his turn facing cold, fatalistically,

They live on seafood from underneath the ice,
Swimming under water in a fisher's paradise,

The male holds the female's egg upon his feet,
Incubating with circulated body heat,

All creatures great and small find their niches on this planet,
We humans are the only ones who save their food and can it.

                                                        by D. Edgar Murray