They went down to the sea one day
where grandma and grand daughter played.

But lurking near were jelly fish —
definitely not a tasty dish.

And they are dangerous with their sting
and if they’re touched, can spawn crying.

They moved this way — they moved that way.
Grandma soared like a bird of prey —

Quite suddenly with a pail she struck
and scooped all those poor jelly fish up.

They didn’t fight but undulated
unaware they were ill fated.

They ended buried in the sand–
those squishy creatures died on land.

While the little one splashed and played with waves
grandma dug some fifty graves.

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