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A wonderful day at the wonderful beach

 A wonderful day at the beach!

So many things to see,

We have come here to relax and play,

And enjoy our day.

I can see a ball, rolling along the shore,

I can see a man, opening the restroom door,

I can see the waves, splash some more,

Oh it's such a lovely day.

I can see a crab, walking sideways,

I can see a kid, enjoying her day,

I can see my sister, wanting to play,

Oh it's such a lovely day.

The icecream cart rolls over to me,

And I order the man to give chocolate iceream,

I licked and licked and licked till it was gone,

I wished we could stay there till the dawn!

I can see a tramp looking around,

I can see a dog, licking the ground,

I can see men swimming around,

And we finally have escaped from being house-bound.

I build a sand castle,

Oh so big!

But sadly, it gets washed away,

But never mind! That's the fun,

And we play and play till the sun is down.

Bye bye ball, rolling on the shore,

Bye bye man, opening the restroom door,

Bye bye waves, splashing some more,

Bye bye crab, walking sideways,

Bye bye kid, enjoying her day,

Bye bye cart, rolling over to me,

Bye bye tramp,

Bye bye dog,

Bye bye men,

Let's jog, jog, jog,

Into the car we go,

And get ready to leave,

Bye bye sea,

Bye bye beach.


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