The Puffle

By Barbara Bazyn

Do not fear the puffle—

He is a noble beast.

He never swallows children.

Instead, he dines on yeast.

He takes a meal at Friday noon,

And then right down he lies

To nap beneath a cheesecloth.

And soon he starts to rise,

And even though he’s fast asleep,

He floats about the skies.

Because of his strange diet,

He is completely white.

This is a great convenience

When he bicycles at night.

And should he wish to go

Where puffles aren’t allowed,

He takes a little snack

And passes for a cloud.

The ill-informed may tell you

That clouds resemble sheep.

They do not know how puffles look

When full and fast asleep.

Illustrated by Pat Hoggan