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Ho ruddy cheeked boys and curly maids	A
Who deftly ply your pails and spades	A
All you who sturdily take your stand	B
On your pebble buttressed forts of sand	B
And thence defy	C
With a fearless eye	C
And a burst of rollicking high pitched laughter	D
The stealthy trickling waves that lap you	E
And the crested breakers that tumble after	D
To souse and batter you sting and sap you	E
All you roll about rackety little folk	F
Down again up again not a bit brittle folk	F
Attend attend	G
And let each girl and boy	H
Join in a loud Ahoy	H
For lo he comes your tricksy little friend	G
From the clear caverns of his crystal home	I
Beyond the tossing ridges of the foam	I
Planner of sandy romps and wet delights	J
Robin the Sea boy prince of ocean sprites	J
Is come is come to lead you in your play	K
And fill your hearts with mirth and jocund sport to day	K
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What Can't you see him There he stands	J
On a sheer rock and lifts his hands	J
A little lad not three feet high	C
With dancing mischief in his eye	C
His body gleams against the light	L
A clear cut shape of dazzling white	L
Set off and topped by golden hair	M
That streams and tosses in the air	M
A moment poised he dares the leap	N
And cuts the wind and cleaves the deep	N
Down through the emerald vaults self hurled	O
That roof the sea god's awful world	O
Another moment sees him rise	J
And beat the salt spray from his eyes	J
He breasts the waves he spurns their blows	J
Then like a rocket up he goes	J
Up up to where the gusty wind	P
With all its wrath is left behind	P
Still up he soars and high and high	C
A speck of light that dots the sky	C
Then watch him as he slowly droops	J
Where the great sea birds wheel their troops	J
Three broad winged gulls himself their lord	Q
He hitches to a silken cord	Q
Bits them and bridles them with skill	R
And bids them draw him where he will	R
Above the tumult of the shores	J
He floats he stoops he darts he soars	J
From near and far he calls the rest	S
And waves them forward for a quest	S
Then straight without a check he speeds	J
Across the azure tracts and leads	J
With apt reproof and cheering words	J
As on a chase his cry of birds	J
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And when he has finished his airy fun	T
And all his flights and his swoops are done	T
He will drop to the shore and lend a hand	B
In building a castle of weed and sand	B
He will cover with flints its frowning face	J
To keep the tide in its proper place	J
And the waves shall employ their utmost damp art	U
In vain to abolish your moated rampart	U
And nobody's nurse shall make a fuss	J
As is far too often the case with us	J
Instead of the usual how de do	U
She will give us praise when we get wet through	U
In fact she will smile and think it better	D
When we get as wet as we like and wetter	D
As for eating too much you can safely risk it	U
With chocolate lollipop cake and biscuit	U
And your mother will revel with high delight	U
In the state of her own one's appetite	U
Great shells there shall be of a rainbow hue	U
To be found and gathered by me and you	U
Wonderful nets for the joy of making 'em	V
And scores of shrimps for the trouble of taking 'em	V
In fact it isn't half bad now is it	U
When Robin the Sea boy pays his visit	U
And perhaps he will tire of his shape and habit	U
And change and turn to a frisky rabbit	U
A plump young gadabout cheerful fellow	W
With a twitching nose and a coat of yellow	W
And never the smallest trace of fear	X
From his flashing scut to his flattened ear	Y
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But lo there's a hint of coming rain	Z
So presto Robin is back again	A2
He lifts his head and he cocks his eye	C
And waves his hand and prepares to fly	C
Good bye Robin good bye good bye	C

R. C. Lehmann

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