A pearl on a shore
One morning bright
Lustrous more
Than stars of night
It lay there untouched
Gleaming white
The sand its bed
Nowhere in sight
A better thing
More genuine.

It lay there as the morning sun
Its toes on mountain tops did tilt
The birds were swaying in the air
They´d never seen a pearl so fair.

A yell was heard
Someone came running
And caught it
White and unawares
In palms so brown
And wrinkled lay it
Coming from
Deep oceanspheres.

It lay there as the morning sun
Its toes on mountain tops did tilt
The birds were swaying in the air
They´d never seen a pearl so fair.

The man was overcome
With joy
He danced and sang
And ran back home
He showed his wife
The gleaming toy
He found while he
The beach did roam.

It lay there as the morning sun
Its toes on mountain tops did tilt
The birds were swaying in the air
They´d never seen a pearl so fair.

“Now, come my wife,
With me tonight,”
The man said smiling
And grasping tight
The pearl now hid
And not in sight.
“We´ll roam the world
We´ll roam the sky
We´ll fly
We´ll live
We´ll say good´bye
To life so dreary
On this shore
We´ll never never
Come here more.”
He opened up his palm and took
A glance without a say
A bird came suddenly and hooked
The gleaming pearl
And flew away.