Beside the Seaside
Walking out along the beach
And paddling in the foam.
See how far they dare to reach
From out their briny home.
They love to breathe the ozone airs,
And dig their castles in the sand;
Between the waves and folding chairs,
They comb their shingled land.
Love to surf the wash and breakers,
But a wipe-out leaves them drowned.
Masters of their seafront acres:
Beached, but never run aground.