By the Bay
The weather is priceless by the bay,
It makes me cherry like my birthday,
The birds and the insects flying around,
There's the beautiful sunset in the background.
I lay on the ground, gazing at the sunny sky,
Gawking at the crane fly by.
Such a dazzling tune to listen to,
Why the bay wind is playing the kazoo!
I think it is time for some crabbing,
Then afterwards we'll go kayaking,
My net is starting to get heavy,
Wow! It is as big as a Chevy.
The Bay just brings endless fun,
Why, because I get to use my water gun.
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