Dammit! I guessed puffins.

And, come global warming they'll ALL DIE ANYWAY.

Penguins, penguins, milling slowly
keeping juniour all aglowly
narrow perspective, a single thought
pursued so singly, no fears, no doubts
and oh so pretty from above
enriching the views of Arctic doves
or birds of pray, gently salivating
for penguin pie, below, slow-baking.