I’m packing up my sandpit

Not because I am to old 

I’m packing up my sandpit

Because I heard it told 

That the sand in all the world

Is less than it used to be

Once a hundred squillion grains

Now there’s only 93

So I’ve stomped on all the castles

That I built yesterday

Then romped on all the ruins

Such funtastic games to play

I picked up toys and tools

And put them in my cubby house

Which frightened a few spiders 

And scared little a mouse 

Now I’m scooping up the sand 

Into buckets bags and boxes

And I’m getting quite a lot

In my shoes and in my sockses 

There’s much more that I thought 

Yes there’s lots and lots  and lots

So I’m going to the kitchen

To get some cups and pans and pots

I heard that I can take it  

To a market that is black

And people pick it up

From somewhere out the back

I hope that they will take it

To a beach not far away

So that I may still enjoy it

Should we go there to play 

I’m sure I’ll miss my sandpit

But I’m trying not to mind

I hope it will be helpful

It’s not that easy to be kind

But I think it is the right thing

For everyone and me

If it means we’ll still have beaches

Beyond 2053

Teacher’s note: https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20191108-why-the-world-is-running-out-of-sand?

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