Give me Marching Penguins

Give me marching penguins
With crowns on their heads,
Diamonds on their flippers
And pillows of pearls in their beds.
We will conquor the world
In glorious robes, velvet – in red.

My penguins want to visit India
They say it will change their views.
I have explained the difficulties
But they become agitated and confused.
I shall have to take them next Easter
They are too precious to lose.

Beyond a horizon of crystal salt
One can’t help but wonder
What was, and wasn’t my fault.
Have I been dirty,
Or simply a hidden pearl?
A dark secret treasure,
Or an enemy to the world?

I say, have you seen my penguins?
We’ve been on the BBC news.
They want to march on Moscow
With rifles, tanks and Jews.
They want to toast to victory,
to “The Missionary and the Cruise”

Look at my marching penguins
magestic and ever so fine.
They do demand utter excellence
Its all convoys, champagne and wine.
I give the penguins everything,
For the penguins are mine.