In the land of grains and tides, By a sandcastle, where fun abides, A boy with a pail, under the sun so bright, With a foxy friend, shares his delight. π¦π»π°π¦ποΈ "Let's build a fort, tall and airy," Says the lad to the creature furry. Together they craft, with sand so fine, A beachside kingdom, simply divine. π°π¦π»π¦π Foxy's eyes glisten with a spark, As they work until it's nearly dark. Yet in the end, they both agree, "This sandy fortress is the place to be!" π π¦π»π¦π°β¨