O Pingüim

Good morning, penguin
Where are you going like that
With a hurried air?
I'm not mean
Don't be scared
Of me
I just would like
To pat
Your jackfruit hat
Or very gently
Pull the tail
Of your coat

When you walk
You look like Chacrinha
A bit crazy
And an old man
Who was my teacher
In my school days
Penguin, my friend
Don't get mad at me
Don't lose your cool
Don't ask why
But everyone puts you
On top of the fridge