by George Robert Saint Little children rosy cheeked Holding mummys hand Going off to the seaside To play in the golden sand 'Can I have an ice cream mummy?' 'Of course you can my love The very least that I can do For my special turtle dove.' 'I want a bucket and spade mum And a toffee apple too.' 'It's your day out my darling child I'll give anything to you.' The sun shines down on children Playing by the sea Engrossed with building castles A joy for you and me. Mummy says it's time to go To her lovely little dear. He started crying and stamping So she clipped him round the ear!
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