They paint their beaks to look like clowns,
But their eyes have concerned frowns.
Puffins never laugh.
They flap their wings twenty to the dozen,
They struggle to fly despite all the buzzing.
Puffins never laugh.
A beak full of freshly caught capelin,
Makes them walk like Charlie Chaplin.
Puffins never laugh.
Across the Farnes they lay their eggs,
Which then get stolen by something with legs.
Puffins never laugh.
They watch from a distance as the seagulls screech,
And dump their guano on seals on the beach.
Sometimes puffins laugh.
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