Glass House, Pink Slipper, and a Penguin Named Gwen

In a glass house, so bright, a pink slipper on my feet,

With a penguin named Gwen, and her joy can't be beat.

TV remote in her flippers, changing the scene,

All the ice cream she could want, the flavors so sweet.

Every creation, every treat, a wild, fun ride,

Flavors swirling, tastebuds soaring like we're gliding in the sky.

We step into a spaceship, little green dudes wave,

Zooming through the stars, no rules to obey.

We’re having a blast, out here in the unknown,

Adventure in our hearts, no limits, just the tone.

The penguins leave three gifts behind, gifts for me and you,

One of color, one of sight, and one of sound too.

A key to unlock the mystery, in a town so old,

Dusty streets whisper secrets, a story yet to be told.

In a world full of wonder, where dreams come alive,

We hold the key, to mysteries that help us thrive.

Glass house, pink slipper, and a penguin named Gwen,

In a space-bound adventure, where magic never ends.