Peanuts by Charles Schulz for February 26, 2018

Salt, fish, sewage, plastic, feathers, and other stuff.

… because if it wasn’t they would call it a dead sea.

You’re off to a good start, Sally. Now for the remaining 484 words…

“Singing to an ocean, I can hear the ocean’s roarPlay for free, I play for me and play a whole lot more, more!Singing about the good things and the sun that lights the dayI used to sing on the mountains, has the ocean lost its way.” – add that, Sally

She’s writing in cursive. How old is she supposed to be?

The sea is alive

for the sea breathes

and flows and ebbs

the sea soothes and pounds

and the sea will sing and roar

for the sea is our cradle

our soul and life-blood come from the sea

For you see, we cannot live without the Sea,

and the music of life that comes out of the sea.

Well, there’s pineapples down there.

Sea Monsters and Snorks

“Oh, I could tell you why, the ocean’s near the shore………”

When was this originally written? Was “The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau” on then?