Armed with plastic gloves and a hat
We scouted the beach like a cat
Look at the treasures the sand burped up
Plastics, coins, and even some oil, Bub
This oil wont make anyone look hip
as this is used to run a ship
Some drunk sailor threw a bottle overboard
and there it washes up ashore
Every Sunday is a new adventure, my friend
to find such treasures, there is no end.
