Eliza, a little girl of five
Lived by the sea with her mum.
She often took naps when she was tired
And sucked on her little thumb.
One afternoon when she woke up
She told her mum she wanted to go
For a walk with her grandpa, who she loved;
Could her mum please let him know.
Grandpa showed up at the house later on
With his fishing box and two poles.
His pants had patches and his shirt had tears
And his shoes had two big holes.
He took Eliza’s hand and they left the house
Heading down to the docks hand in hand.
Eliza stopped for a while to look for shells
And was soon covered with lots of sand.
They marched down the pier, made of wood
And found the most perfect spot.
They sat and cast their poles in the sea
And all else in the world was forgot.
Eliza loved her grandpa so much
And enjoyed sitting there by his side,
Fishing and talking and giggling at the clouds
And the sun, which seemed to want to hide.
They caught ten fish that night by the sea
And took them home for Eliza’s mum.
She fixed a meal that tasted so good
Then Eliza fell asleep, sucking her thumb.