The puffin? A fish?
That flapping bird a piscine dish?
It must be true, for so the abbot says:
A fitting meal for meat-free days.
Those are not feathers, but rather scales.
Think you different? Your reason fails.
Do not let the brain deceive:
Cast off doubt – just believe.
The puffin? A bird?
What once seemed certain’s now absurd.
Behold! The creature takes the air and flies!
Yet, nonetheless, its wings are lies.
Its beak is but a foolish notion,
A fiction meant to bluff the ocean.
Eating it would be no sin:
Cast off doubt – just tuck in.