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A small boy, bucket in handBuilding castles in the sandThinking of his life that lies aheadAn engine driver, sailor, why not a kingOf the sand castle as the gypsy woman saidTaking a ride on a dinkie railA green engine that's oldCould be a royal procession throughBig city streetsWaving to the crowds from a sand carpet of goldShaking hands of the V.I.P.'s one meetsSailing a toyboat in a rockpoolThinking that it could beThe Queen Mary, passing the Cape Horn tipSomething majestic, sailing world wide seasAttention please, I'm the captain of the shipAfter all these thoughts and moreThe boy returned to findThat the sandcastles had been washed into the seaHead in hands, eyes full of tearsAnd a mixed up mindThe gypsy woman can't foresee the years