And so it was

Once it was said, it was to be.
A dog walking beside the sea
taking its strides it looked to the side
and what did it see?

It saw not the sea, on the other side it be
it saw the banks
banks banks white sandy tanks
clicking clockety clank

and where was his journey
along the sea shore
to lead him today, tomorrow or more
nobody knows, its a dogs life after all

slip through the fingers do the grains
a mystical substance
sandy sand produced by the sandeus gland
a gland of great power, a gland of pure magic

the dog looked to the side, then continued straightforward
trotting at a leisurely pace he took his time, but won the race
the race was of course to go where he would
but with no destination he walked or trotted or galloped who knows

all we know is that no matter how far he goes,
he will end at his final destination
as does a sopping worm