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.