I went down to the shouting sea,
Taking Christopher down with me,
For Nurse had given us sixpence each-
And down we went to the beach.

⁠We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
⁠And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
⁠Whenever a good nor'-wester blows,
⁠Christopher is certain of
⁠Sand-between-the-toes.

The sea was galloping grey and white;
Christopher clutched his sixpence tight;
We clambered over the humping sand-
And Christopher held my hand.

⁠We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
⁠And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
⁠Whenever a good nor'-wester blows,
⁠Christopher is certain of
⁠Sand-between-the-toes.

There was a roaring in the sky;
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by.
We tried to talk, but had to shout—
Nobody else was out.

⁠When we got home, we had sand in the hair,
⁠In the eyes and the ears and everywhere;
⁠Whenever a good nor'-wester blows,
⁠Christopher is found with Sand-between-the-toes.