Let’s all go to the seaside
Can’t wait to see the sea
We will have lots of fun
Nana, Molly and me.
I will put the tent up
A picnic on the sands
Running down the beach
We can all hold hands.
A lovely aroma on the breeze
Makes you smack your lips
I’ll stand in line at The Mighty Cod
Buy us some fish and chips.
Grab your bucket and spade
Make sandcastles on the beach
But it’s always outta reach.
I’ll go into the novelty shop
Buy us all a kite
The one who wins the prize
The one who flies to the highest height.

Geoff Clay, Bishop Auckland