Back when that desert kingdom was your own,
A fishing net could be a trusty steed,
And we stayed shielded by your plastic throne.
Cracked sunshades or a flip-flop found alone
Were favours left by damsels we had freed,
Back when that desert kingdom was your own.
We never feared that serpents surging tone--
Our pebbles clipped its back and made it bleed,
And we stayed shielded by your plastic throne.
We crossed the paths of every crabbish crone
And stopped to do the urchins a good deed,
Back when that desert kingdom was your own.
You lay, as you do now, drowsy and prone,
As castles fell to leave just shells and weed,
And we stayed shielded by your plastic throne.
We tell you now of lands of sand and stone,
And dream of worlds where tides would not recede:
Back when that desert kingdom was your own,
And we stayed shielded by your plastic throne.















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