Starfish-on-the-toast Lyrics - Donovan Leitch

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 along 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 toast 

The men in the crabbing boat they cry