Day, pray!
To play and work with your hands;
With the muse of the ray at the bay,
And, to stay there for a while.
Toy, boy, joy!
To pay for the ice cream and,
To play with the clay at the bay;
To say something and to lay your hands on the sand,
With someone approaching you to serve you with a tray.
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