There’s a man on the bay and he’s lending a hand to the people beside him building castles of sand.
He helps them to pour, tap, and to tip and to mould,
(Or the one to whom sand castle tools are given to hold)
He’ll run for miles collecting the sand, in his hand he is holding a small, purple pail
Working his hardest ensuring the sand castles of others don’t fail.
By while be is busy filandering with
All of the sand castles on the beach (except his!)
The sun starts to set, and all the castles are done.
Well, nearly all. Except one.