A grand sand castle built us we

And as kings we reigned over all we could see

And even the sun seemed to sing from on high

That never had greater been under its sky

But though we labored while it was still called day

We saw that our labors must soon waste away

For either the tide must turn and wash it by night

Or come some punk kid, to kick it in spite

So rather than leave it for who it be found

We decided to bring our own castle on down

So we rushed it and crushed it, laughed in our fun

Then marched off exultant, our victory won

And the works of men so meet an end, true

The slow setting sun showed something new

All while the waves rolled through the ocean blue

While the waves rolled through the Pacific blue