Sea Song

I know a little man
down by the sea;
he lives in a clam shell
snug as can be.
 
He dines on the seaweed
that curls on the sand.
He flies on the gull's back
over the land.
 
He sits on the driftwood
and dabbles his feet
and bathes in the tide pools
to keep himself neat.
 
This little man is happy
all the day long;
when the waves are quiet
you hear his song
 
coming from the rushes
where the redwings call
coming from the dunes
where the grass is tall.