Where did all the penguins go?

A way up north they say, there are some funny things
they walk around in black suits, and have funny little wings

Now mama once did tell me, to stay away from those
but why they held my fascination, no one really knows

I couldn't stay away from them, I saw them every day
but one day they disappeared, the penguins went away

The only trace left of them, were markings in the snow
So then now, I must ask, where did all the penguins go?

I followed that trail, till it vanished beneath my feet
but something here was fishy, the trail was incomplete

Alas I do know something, I know penguins do not fly
so how could they're trail vanish, right before my eyes?

It wasn't made by penguins! it looked more like a sleigh
I would have guessed it Santa, but it wasn't Christmas day

Santa, oh so jolly, will know where the penguins are
We'll have to pay him a visit, the north pole ain't that far

Alas again, I was wrong, it was way to far a walk
by the time i got to Santa's it was way passed 12 o'clock

Santa was already fast asleep, snuggled up in his bed
Then I heard a noise somewhere, coming from his shed

I went to see what the commotion was, and then i did find
what was inside Santa's shed, would shock all of mankind

About a thousand tiny penguins, shoved inside his sack
I guess that dear old Santa, doesn't like the creatures of black

I snuck in oh so quietly, and let all those penguins out
Then I marched myself to Santa, to see what this was all about

That not so jolly Santa, was awakened by my voice
I said listen here big fella, you don't really have a choice

Why'd you take the penguins? he danced around the question
He wasn't gonna answer, I could see in his expression

So if Santa stole those penguins, he could steal you too
so you better be asleep when he comes, like all good children do

And next time you write to Santa, think real hard and slow
and remember to ask Santa: where did all the penguins go?

* Credit- some ideas by missy