The sea’s a mighty monster who

   Likes roaming round our globe.

He carries fish and coral reefs

   Inside his watery robe.

Sometimes he slumbers in the sun -

   Perhaps you’ll hear him snore.

But listen out, for when he’s cross.

     His voice you can’t ignore.

His angry waves crash on the beach;

   His hands thrash out in vain.

As if to join the irate scene

   The clouds send down their rain.

The wind joins in the argument,

    Then ships are tossed about.

The lightning streaks across the sky

   And the thunder starts to shout.

Sometimes this monster's gentle and

    You’d think it wasn’t true

That he had been be so angry, now

    That all is calm and blue.