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'.
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.
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.
Tahiti, Southern France,
In Mexico I learned to dance,
And on Hawaii's 'Black Sand Beach',
I've run around on my bare feet.
Bermuda's fine pink sand,
And Costa Rica's really grand,
There I can play around for days,
And snorkel Papagayo Bay.
'Down Under' is a sight,
With pleasant beaches that are white,
And lovely maidens with no tops,
Who sun all day upon the rocks.
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