A Puffin and an Albatross,
Just sitting down to tea,
Were startled by the sound of Grunion
Running up their tree.
“Oh dear!” exclaimed the Albatross.
The Puffin said, “Oh me!”
“Now calm yourself,” the Puffin said
(The calmer of the two)
And let us try and clear our heads
And see what we must do.”
The Albatross just sat and sipped
His tea out of his shoe.
Across the streaming river wide
The Grunion slyly surged,
Then up the boughs till in the leaves
Their heads were half submerged,
And tangled mid the silvery twigs
Their twinkling toes converged.
“My word!” declared the Albatross
In undulating tones,
“I fear we’ve been invaded
By a flock of migrant Krones!”
The Puffin simply sat and picked
Her teeth with chicken bones.
“Three lumps or five?” the Puffin cried
As down the trunk she sped,
Colliding in collusion
With a fat policeman’s head.
“No, thank you,” croaked the Albatross,
And promptly dropped down dead.
(With apologies to Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear)