I run bare foot,
down to the sea edge,
I can't swim,
So I sit on the sand.
Sand castle very high,
I brought my kite to fly,
Sea gull scream and cry,
and so do I.
Sand in my togs now,
sand in my hand,
sand in my sandwiches,
sand upon sand.
And no site of land,
and the sea side band,
has started to stand,
paking up trombones,
night rolls in.
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