Beneath the moonlit arctic skies,
Where frosty realms and magic rise,
Ice Cream Island sparkles bright,
With scoops of joy in the frosty night.
The Peppermint Penguins, a candy-striped crew,
Prepare for the festival—something new.
On ice cream floes, they’ll float and glide,
To Marshmallow Lagoon on a caramel tide.
Tiny Pip gave a worried chirp,
“My floe’s melting, it’s all a slurp!
I’ll never make it across the sea,
Oh, what will become of little me?”
Waddle, the elder, wise and kind,
Spoke a thought that brightened the mind:
“Why don’t we join and build as one?
Together we’ll float till the race is done.”
With sprinkles, scoops, and chocolate glue,
The penguins’ island quickly grew.
Licorice ropes and cookie stacks,
Held their floating dream intact.
They sang as they worked through the peppermint snow:
“On an ice cream floe, where the breezes blow,
Together we sail, through the peppermint glow!
With sprinkles and friends, the sweetness won’t end,
To Marshmallow Lagoon, where joy will extend!”
Together they paddled, their flippers in sync,
Laughing and sharing, with smiles and a wink.
Through candy-cane waves and caramel streams,
Their teamwork surpassed their wildest dreams.
At last, the Marshmallow Lagoon drew near,
With chocolate fountains and cocoa cheer.
They feasted and laughed in the sugary night,
Their hearts aglow in the candy light.
The penguins returned, their spirits high,
Under a frosty peppermint sky.
They learned when challenges melt your way,
Together, you’ll find a brighter day.
Now every year, their festival gleams,
Not as a race, but a journey of dreams.
On ice cream floes, they laugh and sing,
With friendship’s sweetness in everything.
So close your eyes, dream of peppermint snow,
And let the Peppermint Penguins show,
That life is sweetest, always it seems,
When shared with friends in candy dreams.