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 awhile, 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
Friday, December 18, 2020
The Poetry Corner
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