How nice it is from the hill,
To see the sea so still.
It is dotted with fishing boats,
And fishing lines with floats.

Fish are darting up and down,
Like the antics of a clown.
Waves are lashing the sea shore,
With a strong, loud roar.

Sea gulls are searching for their food,
Fishermen are sorting fish which are good.
I wish I were a sailor,
And go into the sea in a trawler.

Out I go into the deep sea,
Fishing and singing in glee.
But the time is over for fun,
With the setting of the sun.