poetry friday

There Was Once a Puffin
by Florence Page Jaques

 

Oh, there once was a Puffin
Just the shape of a muffin,
And he lived on an island
In the
bright
blue sea!
He ate little fishes,
That were most delicious,
And he had them for supper
And he
had
them
for tea.
But this poor little Puffin,
He couldn’t play nothin’,
For he hadn’t anybody
To
play
with
at all.
So he sat on his island,
And he cried for a while, and
He felt very lonely,
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!”
So they now play together,
In all sorts of weather,
And the puffin eats pancakes,
Like you
and
like
me.