As you’re
walking down the shore
And you find a pretty shell
Can you help to wonder
What
stories could it tell
A
tiny crab may have
Crawled
inside
It may have just washed in
On the oceans tide
How many beaches
Has it stopped to see
Whose hands have touched it
Before
me
How
many stories
Could
it tell
If only I could talk
To this pretty Shell
**Angela West
Copyright 2004
