The sea shell on the sea shore,
Was lying all alone.
A boy came and picked it,
And sang for it a song.
The song was of happy, of merry, of cheers.
Hearing sound coming to their ears,
Two insects came out of the shell and stared at the boy.
The boy couldn’t see them,
And played with the shell,
He was happy,
For it was a tale,
Which he could always retale.
The shell didn’t complain,
As it had liked the boy.
Both of them were happy,
For the sea shore waved them bye,
With a splash of sea waves as high as the sky.