The Tinker And The Crab Donovan

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 grass 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