Wandering, the Waves are walking
onto the shore and past the rocky
bank and up the hill surrounding,
selling sea to make their living:
They\'re building booths by the beach
selling baubles and memories
bartering sand dollars for trinkets
but their best product is the lottery ticket;
A single seashell-
which is sold in brimfuls, in sea-soaked nets weathered and torn
and born up from the grotto with a curious motto,
\"wager on the Water\'s lotto.\"
Every shell has won small somethings
from little mermaid melodies to
the smell of waves and algae
yet the grand prize no one knows,
which is why the allure is tempting-
but caution, dear, to what this is-
the Waves do love upselling.