From my egg I have appeared.

Can’t leave my hole in the rocks,

not just yet my mother says.

She knows in forty five days,

I can be on my way.

Until then my mother and father keep me warm.

They feed me fish a lovely tasty dish,

I swallow them whole and they are to be relish.

My instincts are telling me to go out and look around,

so I stumble to the opening without a sound.

My heart is beating fast the rocks are slippery and wet,

I hear the ocean it’s calling to me my mind is set.

Round the rocks I stumble.

I slide down the rocks in a tumble,

at the bottom on the edge I stand and fumble.

End of the road I look out at the ocean and hear its large rumble.

This is what I was born to do to stay at sea,

is the life for me.

No longer a baby puffin soon I will fly at fifty five miles,

the thought of this speed makes me smile.

My wings will beat at four hundred times a minute not time to speak.

I can hear the ocean calling me as I take the leap,

I can’t hear my mother weep.

She knows this is meant to be,

my life is meant for the sea.

I will come back to the same rock,

to become a father with my mating talk.

When I have to walk the mating walk.

Until then I must stay clear of oil spills,

I know these kill.

Men with fishing trawler boats,

and with the nets that float.