My Little Shell

My little shell you give me pleasure
For you are such a simple treasure.
Washed on the shore by constant motion
Up from the deep blue ocean.
When did a crab make you their home
Then leave you washed up in the foam?
Ill dream of oceans that I hear
When I hold you up to my ear.


My little shell you give me pleasure
For you are such a simple treasure.
Washed on the shore by constant motion
Up from the deep blue ocean.
When did a crab make you their home
Then leave you washed up in the foam?
Ill dream of oceans that I hear
When I hold you up to my ear.