And holding a bag of seashells,
My feet become wet,
So as my ankle bracelet with bells.
It will be gone forever,
The beauty of the ocean,
When they'll be pollute with waste,
It describes the word 'pollution'.
People won't be swimming,
Sea creatures will die,
What about sea gulls?
They will never able to fly!
Save the oceans in this world,
Before everything is too late!
Everyone must be saviors,
And the ocean can't wait.
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