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? I’ll 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? I’ll dream of oceans that I hear When I hold you up – to my ear.