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There are
no beaches where I live,
So, for a beach, I'd gladly give,
My thanks and praise for lovely things,
Like bathing beauties with no 'strings'.
I've been
to beaches here and there,
Where some wear suits and some go bare,
Played volley-ball upon the sand,
And then relaxed with drink in hand.
I've been
to beaches all around,
For there are none in my hometown,
I've been to Fiji and Key West,
But those in Cuba are the best.
I've seen
Tahiti, Southern France,
In Mexico I learned to dance,
And on Hawaii's 'Black Sand Beach',
I've run around on my bare feet.
I've seen
Bermuda's fine pink sand,
And Costa Rica's really grand,
There I can play around for days,
And snorkel Papagayo Bay.
The land
'Down Under' is a sight,
With pleasant beaches that are white,
And lovely maidens with no tops,
Who sun all day upon the rocks.
And
though I love the place I dwell,
And think that it is really swell,
The beaches of the world still call,
Their beauty is the best of all.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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