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.
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.