At the Seaside
When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig
the sandy shore.My holes were empty like a cup, In every hole the sea came up, Till it
could come no more.At the Seaside by Robert Louis Stevenson
When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig
the sandy shore.My holes were empty like a cup, In every hole the sea came up, Till it
could come no more.At the Seaside by Robert Louis Stevenson