Fun in the Sun
The ocean a color of blue green
The scene so serene
Life so peaceful and unharmed
Until boats come and leave the fish in a state of alarm
Surf can be rough or gently rowing
Water so clear
And when diving you think you hear
The fish talking to one another
Though, when boats come the noise is smothered
And when you are on a beach with white sand
Feel how soft it is with your hand
And when alone free dive down
You might find a sand dollar or a treasure to the crown
But what ever you do don't Pollute
Because at the time you might be having a good time
Then later you will regret it
Because the fun in the sin will be gone !
The ocean a color of blue green
The scene so serene
Life so peaceful and unharmed
Until boats come and leave the fish in a state of alarm
Surf can be rough or gently rowing
Water so clear
And when diving you think you hear
The fish talking to one another
Though, when boats come the noise is smothered
And when you are on a beach with white sand
Feel how soft it is with your hand
And when alone free dive down
You might find a sand dollar or a treasure to the crown
But what ever you do don't Pollute
Because at the time you might be having a good time
Then later you will regret it
Because the fun in the sin will be gone !
(all spelling and punctuation has been left in original form)
No comments:
Post a Comment