March of the Penguins Songtext

Like Antarctic birds, I have endured, and Antarctic birds, they know for sure---Antarctic birds can endure.
We have thought a thought of “eggs.” Those are the things that we call “eggs.” The things that we call “wings” mature from the ideas that we call “eggs.” Those “eggs” that live a life they live a life we choose to call “a bird.” Those “birds” that fly they fly ideas of flight. The prospect of progeny fuels the pursuit of progeny. The promise of fertility fuels genetic destiny. The idea that's life's idea makes the death we call “a bird.” A “bird” will “fly,” a “bird” won't “fly. ”A “bird,” a “life,” bird unconcerned.
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