The Tinker And The Crab

On the windy beach
The sun is shining through with weather fair
White horses riding
On the sea pasture onto the sand

Over the Dunes came a travelling man
Sack on back, wild flowers in his hand

Old rusty cans
Pebbles 'bedded in the sand stand and stare
Scratching his beard
Through the grass he steered his sandy shoe
Disappearing in the dips
Pondering and wandering along

Nice as you please comes the travelling man
Drinking a bottle of milk in his hand

Speaking to no one
In particular but happily
Down where young gulls dance
Driftwood lying, drying for the fire
Yellow beak and sleek
Now the gulls are crying, flying higher

Out from the sea came a little green crab
Taking the sun, the morning being very drab

Old rusty cans
Pebbles 'bedded in the sand stand and stare

The tinker and the crab
The tinker and the crab
The tinker and the crab