I headed to the shoreline,
A little bucket in my hand,
And once it was completely filled,
I headed back to land.

And with my tiny shovel,
I dug myself a moat,
Then with a broken seashell,
Fashioned quite a boat.

Then I made four towers,
With a flag on every one,
And waited for them to harden,
Under the midday sun.

I'd built myself a castle,
How simple it had been,
Even though the waves did claim it,
Tomorrow I'll start again.

I sometimes often wonder,
How simple life would be,
If all I needed was a little bucket,
A shovel, sand, and sea.