donovan
starfish-on-the-toast
Fine rock a-pooling coast This starfish on the toast The men in the crabbing boats they cry  Far across the harbor And 'round the sandy cove The shepherd with his pipe and sheep he drove  big cloud tumbling high The amazing flying sky How the gulls are pillaging the town  fan faring daffodilly Trumpetingly small All along the bathing hut wall  far across the empty beach The tide has left this world Old men in tweed find study there  Holding whelks and periwinkles Tingling in his hand Little does he know they hold him too  Fine rock pooling coast This starfish on the coast The men in the crabbing boat they cry....    