Puffins, Puffins,
            Where do you go?
Puffins, Puffins,
            So foul to swallow.
With your beak, I was sparked with curiosity;
           I followed with delight,
With words not meek, you are an atrocity,
          You left me to gripe.
Puffins, Puffins,
            Why did you come?
Puffins, Puffins,
            Truth is, we are done.
You cannot swim, you shrivel and prune,
          The taste I cannot bare,
Like a trash bin, rotting food in June;
          Never again, this I swear.


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