Walnut.
Stop it.
Hey, hey, hey.
Walnut.
No.
Oh.
There once was a puffin just the shape of a muffin.
And he lived on an island in the bright blue sea.
Yeah.
Really smells like fish.
Yeah.
You smell that?
Yeah.
Where's that coming from?
The boat.
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 nothing, for he hadn't anybody to play with at all.
It's the boat that smells like fish.
So he sat on his island and he cried for a while.