 | | Born from the glacial ice where the snow never melts;
Camouflaged from sight wearing icy blue pelts.
Exists a new race of Cheerlings just waiting to play,
In the Antarctic summers of perpetual day!
Only the privileged will ever get to see them cavort,
In cold dry Antarctic valleys, where they take their sport.
But when the fierce katabatic winds proceed to blow,
These Cheerlings must retreat, into the stony bedrock below!
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(male)
