The slippery ramp was long and steep.
So slowly did the Penguin creep
You could tell his health is failing,
Then he complained there was no railing
And nearly fell flat on his ass.
He needs two hands to raise a glass
Because his head cannot tilt back.
There's clearly something out of whack.
But on one thing he can rely:
That he still has the power to lie.
At that the Penguin is a champ:
That's what's slippery, not the ramp.