Zemde

Seashell

She sells sea shells

By the sea shore

Where the mermaids dance

Behind the green glass door

 

She shouts she yells

By the sea shore

And the waves, they echo

a resounding roar

 

She smells sea smells

By the sea shore

So the briney mist

Can fill her lungs once more

 

She sails Seashell

On the seashore

To explore what joys

The waters have in store

 



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