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

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 the 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