The Shoreline of Old Casabay

The Casabay shoreline Rolled way far down south Where the crocodiles met with the sea And the gulls fly about Seeking salmon and trout To serve with their crumpets and tea Now the lanterns that lay By the picnic parade Where we all gathered and packed in a group Waiting for lemmings To jump from the cliffs Into pots for our mixed lemming soup Later that day When the sun ran away I watched As the moon rose on high We shook hands and hugged While we drank our last mug And bid bye as the day passed away By the shoreline of old Casabay