The race is on
The ridleys are scampering
Through the sand with fresh hearts
That beat rapidly
They begin to understand
The OCEAN its great thunderous roar
The waves the salt the blue
With sea gulls hovering overhead
We know Nature is true
Out there in the grand expanse
The Ridleys on their way
With friendly dispositions
On an given day
All of them so minded
To reach the other side
Its obligatory to scramble
They must conquer and divide
Its about perseverence
single mindedness
With unflagging efforts
All things we redress
To All look out for pitfalls
And undertake to be
All close to one another
Where we all must try to be