by Gail M Gates, MAT © 2016Golden Gates Publishing

At the Sandcastles Fair some sandcastles

are big.

And some

sandcastles

are small.

Some sandcastles are short.

Then you’ll see some sandcastles are tall.

And some are very, very, tall!

But then they all fall and fall.

This sandcastle

is not a castle

at all.

It’s a dragon

by the sea

with a baby

called Paul.

Some can be simple.

And some are not.

Some have

got noses

that burn very hot!

Some have got

blue and red lights,

can you see?

Look at this.

Look at this!

Is it a tree?

I think it’s a tree

made of sand!

Could it be?

Look at this!Look at this now!

It’s not a sandcastle it’s a sandcastle cow.

Is there sandcastle milk from the sandcastle cow?

Is there sandcastle ice cream? Would you eat it right now?

Some sandcastles can bite!And sting like a bee!But if you ask me. . .

At night

I might

show you

a sandcastle

so grand. . .

Like a great big sandcastle

the shape of a hand.

But good sandcastles need

many good things.

Many may need

a moat and a parrot,

The parrot’s for me.

And a boat that will float

with a goat

if he’ll share it.

So come to the beach.

Bring a bucket and shovel,

and a duck if it fits

in a box without trouble.

Bring a sandwich for lunch and

a shiny red apple

for the sandcastle

pig we will dig for a raffle.

Come bring a friend.

Bring two! Bring three!

To the Sandcastle Fair,

see you there,

by the sea.