And I love sea shells. I love sea shell things
I love things with sea shells and sea horses on ’em
Like blankets, and towels, and little bags
I love ’em! Sea horses, forever!
Get me a sword with a seashell, and a horse, a sea horse!
I want them!… NOW!?!
The words of a young boy from the Ayres of Flint, spoken into the right ears, could move mountains.