Puffin?

Nuffin!

Went to Auchmithie where Puffins nest...none!!

So here's a puffin poem instead.


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 must 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.



Florence Page Jaques.