Le Pingouin

It's the penguin you see in the morning,
With its arms hanging, the penguin,
Arms hanging but with a haughty eye
'Cause it claims the penguin is sure of what's certain.
This penguin is clever.
It studied its Latin and its accent, the penguin.
But when it talks, you can't hear a thing,
It mumbles its words, the penguin.
It talks like someone who's lost their way.
The penguin's not pretty.
Neither tall, nor short, nor ugly, nor far.
Neither cold nor hot, the penguin.
Neither all nor nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing at all.
No, look at the penguin
It lets you eat out of its hand.
It loves that, the penguin.
It puts on its little sovereign air.
But I know the penguin.
It doesn't have the manners of a nobleman, no.
Penguins are poorly raised.
I need to give it some etiquette lessons.
Hey, penguin! If one day you cross my path again,
I'll teach you, penguin,
I'll teach you how to kiss a hand.
You'll swallow your pride, penguin.
Yes, you'll swallow your disdain.
You don't scare me, penguin.
You don't scare me, you do nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing at all.
Look, penguin,
You seem all alone in your garden.

You look worried, penguin,
You've got that sad sack look.
You're unmasked, penguin.
You're well punished, you're in the corner, corner.
You deserve it, penguin,
You shouldn't have been so mean.
I don't like this penguin,
Sly misfortune, stingy misfortune,
Mocking misfortune, the penguin,
Seems so full of itself.
This penguin has a cold heart,
It doesn't seem to care for its fellow beings,
Penguins aren't for me.
I prefer deer, cats, dogs,
Ticks, lions, or dolphins,
Not penguins, not penguins.