I went down to the shouting sea, 
Taking Christopher down with me, 
For Nurse had given us sixpence each — 
And down we went to the beach. 

    We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose, 
    And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes. 
    Whenever a good nor'wester blows, 
    Christopher is certain of 
    Sand-between-the-toes. 

The sea was galloping grey and white; 
Christopher clutched his sixpence tight; 
We clambered over the humping sand —
And Christopher held my hand. 
    We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,     
    And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes. 
    Whenever a good nor'wester blows, 
    Christopher is certain of 
    Sand-between-the-toes. 

There was a roaring in the sky; 
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by; 
We tried to talk, but had to shout — 
Nobody else was out. 
    When we got home, we had sand in the hair, 
    In the eyes and the ears and everywhere; 
    Whenever a good nor'wester blows, 
    Christopher is found with 
    Sand-between-the-toes.