A poem by Brother Nature written in Honor of Theodor Seuss Geisel aka Dr. Seuss.
The Penguins Dropped By
By Brother Nature
in Honor of Theodor Seuss Geisel aka Dr. Seuss (March 2, 1904 - September 24, 1991)
As I relaxed one night in my favorite chair,
thinking of thoughts with nary a care.
I felt sad and quite glum, don't ask me why,
but that very night, the penguins dropped by.
I left my door open, I'm solely to blame,
but they could have knocked on the door - all the same.
We were soon shaking flippers, saying "how do you do's."
I said, "You're the same penguins I saw on the news."
"We're African Black-Footed Penguins," one stated,
"and we don't like the enclosure the zookeepers created.
We are far too talented to just be on display.
We are gifted musicians, and we came here to play."
"You know the red squirrel who runs down the wires,
he lives in your attic and delivers our flyers.
He told us you play the harmonica. Right?
So we thought we'd drop by for a blues jam tonight."
And, that's how our Black-Footed Blues Band got started.
We played sold out shows to the mass brokenhearted.
The penguins and I traveled the world as we played.
and had lots of fun with the money we made.
We're retired today but still, we're together.
It's cold where we live, a penguin's best weather.
Now I'm happy each day, and I'll tell you why.
It's from the magic that happens when the penguins drop by.
A reading of this poem by the author