I suppose you all think I’m crazy
No way a holiday on the beach being lazy
Is my idea of fun.
Running and jumping in waves is delightful
Snorkeling where fierce fish swim is just frightful
That is not for this one.
Sand gets in your lunch so it’s inedible
Sand up your swimsuit always inevitable
Asking again, is this fun?
Give me the mountains, cool and crisp
Where icy breath causes a lisp
My idea of a vacation wish.
Trees and grass and cold running streams
Rippling over rocks and rainbow trout seen
Fried up on a campfire, a tasty dish.
Later s’mores fudge filled graham treat
Made at the campfire all messy and sweet
Is my idea of making life rich.