On the windy beach the sun is   shining through with   weather fair   White horses riding on the   seas pasture onto the   sand   Over the Dunes came a travelling man   Sack on back Wild flowers in his hand   Old rusty cans, pebbles   'bedded in the sand stand   and stare      Scratching his beard through   the grass he steered   his sandy shoe   Disappearing in the dips   pondering and wandering   along   Nice as you please comes the travelling man   Drinking a bottle of milk in his hand   Speaking to no one in particular but happily      Down where young gulls dance   driftwood lying drying   for the fire   Yellow beak and sleek now the gulls are crying   flying higher   Out from the sea came a little green Crab   Taking the Sun the morning being very drab   Old rusty cans, pebbles   'bedded in the sand stand   and stare      The Tinker and the Crab   The Tinker and the Crab   The Tinker and the Crab