Collecting shells is a hobby
That is perfect for little children
Their eyes light up as they discover
Each and every one
The fresh breeze from the ocean
Is so very good for them
You watch them pick up shells
Gently as though they were a gem
They take them home, wash each one
Lay them on a towel
Happiness at what they’ve found
You will never see a scowl
And don’t forget to take pictures
For them to see some day
Collecting shells creates for them
Memories that will forever stay!
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