Momma piper nags
as little ones run about.
Life at the sea shore.
Life at the sea shore.
Sand and surf and windblown hair,
beach chairs fly about.
Beach chairs fly about
If the bomb doesn't get you
The hurricane will
The hurricane will
surely blow you all about.
Batten down the hatch!
Batten down the hatch!
On the nightly wind come by
Flying coconuts.
Flying coconuts
bounce off the wall and crack wide
open, leaking milk.
(hee hee)
Flying coconuts
bananas flung everywhere.
Monkey gangs at war!
Open, leaking milk,
Mother put me on the curb:
Garbage day again.
woops! yeh beat me!
Open, leaking milk
bottles strewn across the floor
Why di'n't I breast feed?!
Augh!
Garbage day again
Dearest, take the trash out please
Don't forget the list!
(mine was in poor taste, so doesn't count. and the mental image rather disturbs me...)
Don't forget the list
of things to bring and buy when
we go to the beach.
We go to the beach
Wearing peach; the turquoise sea
Winks and sparks at us.
Winks, and sparks at us,
are thrown, til we are dazzled
by the bonhomie.
By the bonhomie
we are sweetly taken in
come, lets be good friends.
Come, let's be good friends
and trade stories of travel
and laughter and wine.
And laughter and wine
Restore the vigour, pick up
The sagging spirits.
The sagging spirits,
sagging chin, breasts and all that
time for pick-me-up!
Time for pick-me-up
Levitate, elevate me
Cloud, not bed of nails
Cloud, not bed of nails
To wrap a baby in and
Lull the brat to sleep
