A beach in summer,
Sand is warm,
The waves roll in to meet the shore,
Here boats stacked high are waiting for,
Boys and girls whose arms are full,
Of reels and bait and fishing line

They take the boats out one by one,
Rowing out deep beneath the sun,
Bobbing on the surface of the sea,
Watch water dancing blue and green

They fish all day and have such fun,
’Til the moon comes out to chase the sun,
Then turning around they head for home,
To put the boats back one by one

The sun’s retired,
Sand is cool,
The waves roll in,
The beach now still,
The children will return tomorrow for more,
That’s what the boats stacked up are waiting for.