There once was a man who decided to build a house for himself.
He was a foolish man.
He looked high and low for the perfect place.
He wanted a place that looked good and made his life easy.
He was a foolish man.
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He looked in the rainforest.
But he thought it was scary.
He looked in the desert
But he thought his life would be too hard.
He looked in the mountains.
But he didn't like that.
Finally he found a place to his liking.
And he built his house on the sand.
He was a foolish man.
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He set right to hiring people to build.
He told them to use the cheapest materials.
He wanted money left over to live his life.
He was a foolish man.
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By and by people came.
They gave him advice.
The said it was dangerous to build on the sand.
The talked about hurricanes, sinkholes, and landslides too.
They tried to warn him and he figured they meant well.
But he was so sure that his plan was best of all.
He was a foolish man.
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When his house was complete he moved in with great joy.
Now he could have an easy carefree life.
He was a foolish man.
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For a while things went well.
He did live a grand life.
But one day, dark clouds were spotted way out at sea.
The man barely took notice.
He figured he had all he needed.
The storm blew in, almost completely unheeded.
He was a foolish man.
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The wind started to blow.
The storm surge came fast.
His house started to crumble.
All his work came apart very fast.
Soon there was nothing left.
Because he was a foolish man.
He built his house on the sand, so the sea swallowed it up.