By Ovidiu Alexa • Published on 7/10/2025
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Down on the seabed, green and deep, Where seaweed forests softly sleep, Lived tiny shells, of pearly hue, With dreams of something grand and new.
Sea Shell City, gleaming bright, Built by the shells, with all their might! Coral castles, tall and grand, Erected on the ocean sand.
Hermit the crab, with pincers strong, Helped carry pebbles all day long. The shells would sing a bubbly tune, Beneath the shimmering afternoon.
Each shell a house, a cozy nook, Safe from the shark, the slimy look. Warm currents flowed, a gentle breeze, Whispering secrets through the coral trees.
They danced with starfish, bright and bold, Their city stories to be told. The hermit crab, their watchman true, Kept danger far, for me and you.
In Sea Shell City, safe and sound, No lonely shell could be found. For big and small, and stripe and spot, They lived together, happy lot!
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