A Very Grand Affair by Andrew McLeod

Our friend, Andrew McLeod sent us his new puffin poem, thanks Andrew!

A Very Grand Affair

Mr. Puffin’s wedding
Was a very grand affair.
All his distant cousins
From the Hebrides were there.

Dressed in silk tuxedos
They arrived in single file,
Looking rather nervous
As they shuffled down the aisle.

Soon the bride herself arrived
Upon a seashell carriage,
Pulled by sixteen walruses
Who’d come to see the marriage.

Waiting at the pulpit
Was a dignified Great Auk.
He hushed the congregation
Then began to slowly talk.

‘Do you take this puffin
For your lawful, wedded wife?
To cherish and protect her
And to love her all your life?’

‘I do!’ cried Mr. Puffin
As he fumbled with the ring,
And weeping salty tears of joy
He slipped it on her wing.

‘I now pronounce you bird and wife!’
The Great Auk proudly said.
Many birds began to sniff
And several tears were shed.

The newlyweds’ reception
Was a wonderful success!
Everybody raved about
The bride’s exquisite dress.

The music was enchanting
And the seafood was divine.
Everybody helped themselves
To caviar and wine.

The razorbill was riotous
And danced a mad quadrille,
Balancing a glass of punch
And trying not to spill.

The gannet gobbled everything,
(Including several guests).
He tried to kiss a kittiwake
And made himself a pest.

The guillemot was garrulous
And told the same old tale,
About the time he hitched a ride
Upon a humpback whale.

Eventually the newlyweds
Got tired and went to bed.
‘Such a lovely couple!’
As the oystercatcher said.

Mr. Puffin’s wedding
Was a very grand affair.
All the birds attended,
Such a shame you weren’t there!

© Copyright Andrew MacLeod 2013

Pondering a Puffin (poem) by Brian A. Hartford

Pondering a Puffin

by Brian A. Hartford

What a strange product of Nature,

the Puffin, is to what I refer.

Large orange beaked,

attached to a small head.

The body isn’t much of which to

black plumage, and not much more.

What miracle that such a design,

will support such a structure.

The white breast,

orange webbed feet,

such a clownish appearance.

The eyes highlight the costume,

small dots in a white feather field.

Is this costume for camouflage or,

for a darker spirit?

In Nature, it is not wise to guess,

it is uniqueness.

Fisherman by design,

to swim natural as it’s flight.

A source of amasement to me,

sheer joy to know he exists.

He returns to the cliffs of his

guards the nest.

protecting his unborn from the snare,

hazard of being a gastronomic

What a joy to know the puffin,

It is good to know he exists.

I am amused to think that,

the joke is on me.


Puffin (poem) by Suellen Wedmore


Underwater, a premier danseur,
his turns a blur,
his orange feet steer

through the orchestra
of seaweed and tide,
this sea parrot, this clown

of the Atlantic, harlequin-billed
with jester’s eyes;
take one for your own

and the dance of life
takes a turn. The one I choose,

is on his fifth mate,
despite the fact that puffins
are monogamous: no guilt

on Eastern Egg Rock!
What’s important
is the burrow

lined with grass and sticks,
that he was seen
approaching the nest

with a half dozen fish in his bill.
While his wings spin
like a windmill at sea,

on land he hops awkwardly
across rocks, wings tucked
under the tail of his tuxedo.

In spring, he’s genius
of the thermals,
the sun whispers stage directions,

gravity reveals its secrets
as he flies toward his island
without map or compass
from far across the sea.

— Suellen Wedmore

There Once Was A Puffin…

There Once Was a Puffin

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.

by Florence Page Jaques

(This poem was previously published in Child Life magazine and then reprinted in The Big Golden Book Of Poetry by Jane Werner Watson (1947). I will continue to try to track down the original issue and year of Child Magazine this lovely poem appeared and report it when I do. Wendy, a reader, noted “Marjorie Barrows who compiled “One Hundred Best Poems for Boys and Girls” was the editor of Child Life magazine”. She also noted, “The book is “One Hundred Best Poems for Boys and Girls” copyright 1930 published by Whitman Publishing Company of Racine Wisconsin.”

I will continue to research when and where this poem was originally published. Perhaps Wendy has found it!

See this post for an update–with pictures from an earlier publishing of There Once Was A Puffin reprinted in, The Big Golden Book of Poetry by Jane Werner Watson (1947).