Sand-Between-the-Toes

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.