poem

Twas the night before Christmas and all through Club Penguin
Not a penguin was walking, or talking, or singing
Not a penguin was on,
not even Mrs.Cord.
The stockings were hung be the bedposts with care,
In hopes that Rockhopper soon would be there.
The penguins were sleeping all warm in their beds,
while visions of Yarr danced in their heads.
When out in the ocean there rose such a clatter,
Five penguins sprang up to see what the matter.
Away to the hallway and then gave a gasp.
I knew in a moment it was Rockhopper,
More rapid than eagles his penguins they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
On Cord! On Gal! On Rayray and Mav!
On Faith! On Bella! On Flip! and on Mizzy.
Now dash away dash away dash away all.