Innocent wee little gal
Playing with her pal
With bucket and scoop
And shoulders adroop
Oblivious to sun
Having lotsa fun
Complete with the tassel
Viola.. a sand castle
Soon the tide rises
We have no surprises
Poof goes the sand
Labor of little hands
Broken hearts,
broken dreams
Whom to blame
whose is this scheme?
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