When we were very young

by A. A. Milne

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.