Donovan — Starfish-on-the-Toast

Fine rock-pooling coast This Starfish-On-The-Toast The men in the crabbin' boats they cry Far across the harbour And 'round the sandy cove The Shepherd wi' his pipe and sheepy-drove Big cloud tumbling high The amazing flying sky How the gulls are pillaging the town Fanfaring daffodilly trumpetingly small All along the bathing hut wall Far across the empty beach the tide has left a 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 crabbin' boats they cry