The Sea

Take your bucket, and take your spade,
And come to the sea with me,
Building castles upon the sand
Is the game for you and me!
Races run with the tumbling waves,
Then rest awhile in the cool, dark caves.
Oh, the greatest joy in the summer time
Is the sea, the sparkling sea!
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