A slight case of overblogging

Oh well maybe it is. I finally got round to finding the full text of a kids poem I used to love:

The Puffin
by florence jacques

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.

I knew it from one of those magazine part-work things we used to get as a kid. I think it might have been called Storyteller maybe. A magazine and a tape every week, some stories which carried on over several episodes, some which were only in one, and the odd poem or two, all illustrated and with words I think in the magazine. Long time since I tried to read or listen to any of them but I suspect my mum still has the whole set.