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 traveling 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 gra*s he steered His sandy shoe Disappearing in the dips Pondering and wandering along Nice as you please comes the traveling 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