The Tinker and the Crab

On the windy beach the sun is
shining through with
weather fair
White horses riding on the
seas 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
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