Sandpipers scurry along the beach

Retreating from the advancing surf

Scurrying back as the dying wave retreats

Pecking furiously at the wet sand

All moving in unison like well trained dancers

Take thirty steps to the left

Then thirty steps to the right

Quick pause to peck the bubbling wet sand

Repeat peck repeat

Repeat peck repeat

A well choreographed group tap dance

Those tiny little feet moving in a blur

Leaving no footprints in the sand 

Their leader drills the large group so well

Making the calls to change direction

Deciding which wave to explore

As the group flits along the shore

Old Neptune provides the music

To the rhythm of the crashing waves

His invisible orchestra blasts out fanfares

Background singers hiss in the wet sand

Come take your partners please

Succumb to the scintillatingly sassy Sandpiper seaside salsa