I went down to the shouting sea, <br />Taking Christopher down with me, <br />For Nurse had given us sixpence each- <br />And down we went to the beach. <br /> <br />We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose, <br />And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes. <br />Whenever a good nor'wester blows, <br />Christopher is certain of <br />Sand-between-the-toes. <br /> <br /> <br />The sea was galloping grey and white; <br />Christopher clutched his sixpence tight; <br />We clambered over the humping sand- <br />And Christopher held my hand. <br /> <br />We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose, <br />And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes. <br />Whenever a good nor'wester blows, <br />Christopher is certain of <br />Sand-between-the-toes. <br /> <br />There was a roaring in the sky; <br />The sea-gulls cried as they blew by; <br />We tried to talk, but had to shout- <br />Nobody else was out. <br /> <br />When we got home, we had sand in the hair, <br />In the eyes and the ears and everywhere; <br />Whenever a good nor'wester blows, <br />Christopher is found with <br />Sand-between-the-toes.<br /><br />Alan Alexander Milne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sand-between-the-toes/
