By the thousands they come down
to the sandy and stoop to pick
up seashells and tiny scamperers,
up the jellies and skies between
and I do not blame them, because
interesting, only I wish they'd less obtrusive.
After asking me quests they come
for my and they try to pick
up my arms and legs,
up me brain and my mouth between,
but evade them by clareshling,
by xracti and frgusz,
ti bloooy obn cl'o'aclothing.
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