Little birds catch little bugs,
running away from waves.
Not much time to catch their supply
before getting washed away.
Make it quick, little birds!
Make it on the dash!
Take your catch to the trading post
and swap it out for cash!
Seals swam across the tide
that washed the tips of my toes.
They looked at me with drowsy eyes
and even waved hello.
Howdy, slippery sea seal.
Hope yer doin' well.
Come up closer and tell me,
whatcha got to sell?
The ocean acted timid
then heaved a heavy sigh.
I said, "Come closer ocean.
Whatcha wanna buy?"
It breathed bigger waves and
I was nearly washed away.
It said, "Your trades bore me."
Then swallowed up the bay.
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