Donovan Leitch - Starfish-On-The-Toast lyrics

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....