Paroles de Starfish-on-the-toast

Fine rock pooling coast This starfish on the toast The men in the crabbing boats they cry Far across the harbor And 'round the sandy cove The shepard with his pipe and sheepy drove Big cloud tumbling high The amazing flying sky How the gulls are pillaging the town Fan faring daffodilly Trumpetingly small All along the bathing hut wall Far across the empty beach The tide has left this world Old men in tweed find study there Holding whelks and periwinkles Tingling in his hand Little does he know they hold him too Fine rock pooling coast This starfish on the coast The men in the crabbing boat they cry....