Sticky air fills my lungs
Frizzy red curls in my hair
Still I was ready for some fun
In the humid beach air

Hunting hermits in the sand
Wading through the murky waters
Oh something touched my hand!
How I wish the waves were smaller

Late night dinners on the pier
Plates of crab, bowls of gumbo
Are those seagulls I hear?
Ooh look at that sunset though

I admire the stars before bed
As they seem so peaceful without a care
Now I go and rest my sleepy head
Up and ready for tomorrows sticky beach air

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