A grand sand castle built us we
and as kings we reigned over all we could see
and even the sun seemed to sing from on high
that never had greater been under its sky
but though we labored while it was still called day
we saw that our labors must soon waste away
for the tide must turn in and wash it by night
or come some punk kid to kick it in spite
so rather than leave it for who it be found
we decided to bring our own castle on down
we rushed and crushed it, laughed in our fun
then marched off exultant, our victory won
and the works of men so meet an end, true
the slow setting sun showed something new
all while the waves crashed through the ocean blue
while the waves roared through the Pacific blue
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