There once was a man who lived by the sea
With a sweet red dog by his side, by his side.
And they would invite pelicans and sea lions to tea.
But it had to be stopped when they lied, when they lied.
Oh the joy, No sounds,
except the gull and crow.
Fleeting is life, hurrying to the past,
But the sea doesn’t notice,
She sang, roaring with pride, with pride.
She doesn’t notice the para-surfers
Dancing on the wind, in the surf.
She is impressed with her rollers
And the horsetails the wind help her show off.
She likes to show off the gull cried, she cried.
People come and go, like grey whales
Migrating to calfing grounds.
And the sea remains.