Crabs and shrimps, Lobsters as well.

Oysters and starfish,snails in there shells.

Rippling motion of the in coming tide,

The sea the ocean is vast and wide.

White waves that hit the shore,

Leaving you thirsty and hungry for more.

Sounds of the shingles hitting the beach,

Always the good shells are out of reach.

Sailing vessels large and small,

Long ones fat ones and some tall.

Fisher men sat on there boats,

Watching there lines and there floats.

Children playing in the sand,

Making sand castles with there hands,

Buckets and spades donkeys as well,

The ice-cream van ringing his bell.

The tide comes in you’ve had your fun,

Go inside now out of the sun.

The last of the beach just over the side,

Being swallowed up by the in coming tide.