The Puffin

The Puffin

There once was a puffin just the shape of a muffin,
And he lived on an island in the

deep

blue

sea,

He ate little fishes, which were most delicious,
And he ate them for breakfast and he

ate them

for

tea.

But this poor little puffin, he couldn't play nothin',
'Cause he didn't have no-one to

play with

at

all.

So he sat on his island and he cried for a while, and
He felt very lonesome and he

felt

very

small.

Then along came the fishes and they said, "If you wishes,
You can have us for playmates, instead

of

for

tea."

Now they all play together in all kinds of weather,
And the puffin eats pancakes, like you

and

like

me.

by Florence Jacques