Penguin

He met a little penguin
Did a little dance
Signed his name on a white line
Before he took a chance

They went out to dinner
Had some laughs and food
Heard about her death bed days
Who would be so rude?

History, he hears her story and melts
Black and white, smiling through a night
Driving himself home

Looking back at the past so similarly
Looking back at the past is an ocean of scenes
Couple hiccups before they pick up some pieces

He met a pretty penguin
Found a broken lane
Pins on strings and gutterballs
She thinks, “I’m insane”
He thinks, “we’re the same”

Winding down the evening
Headed for the hounds
Black and white, a penguin laughs
Such a lovely sound